Explore "In Memoriam a. H. H" by Alfred Tennyson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I sometimes hold it half a sin / To put in words the grief I feel; / For words, like Nature, half reveal / And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain, / A use in measured language lies; / The sad mechanic exercise, / Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.