Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

"So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry."

"So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry."

"I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all."

"I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all."

"Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all."