In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit MDCCCXXXIII: 3. O Sorrow, cruel
Alfred Lord Tennyson 1809 – 1892
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,
O Priestess in the vaults of Death,
O sweet and bitter in a breath,
What whispers from thy lying lip?
"The stars," she whispers, "blindly run;
A web is wov'n across the sky;
From out waste places comes a cry,
And murmurs from the dying sun:
"And all the phantom, Nature, stands--
With all the music in her tone,
A hollow echo of my own,--
A hollow form with empty hands."
And shall I take a thing so blind,
Embrace her as my natural good;
Or crush her, like a vice of blood,
Upon the threshold of the mind?
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | ABBACDDCEFFE GXXG |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 612 |
Words | 108 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 12, 4 |
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