Explore "In Memoriam" by Alfred Tennyson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Yet if some voice that man could trust / Should murmur from the narrow house: / The cheeks drop in; the body bows; / Man dies: nor is there hope in dust:
Might I not say, yet even here, / But for one hour, O Love, I strive / To keep so sweet a thing alive? / But I should turn mine ears and hear