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Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson

O that ’twere possible

O that ’twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again!...

A shadow flits before me,
Not thou, but like to thee:
Ah, Christ! that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be!

About the poet

Alfred Tennyson, Lord TennysonAlfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson
1809-1892

 
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