Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam Quotes

Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.

So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry.

There rolls the deep where grew the treeO earth, what changes hast thou seen!There where the long street roars hath been.The stillness of the central sea.

That loss is common would not makeMy own less bitter, rather more:Too common! Never morning woreTo evening, but some heart did break.