Explore "In Memoriam a. H. H" by Alfred Tennyson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
What hope is here for modern rhyme / To him, who turns a musing eye / On songs, and deeds, and lives, that lie / Foreshorten'd in the tract of time?
These mortal lullabies of pain / May bind a book, may line a box, / May serve to curl a maiden's locks; / Or when a thousand moons shall wane