In Memoriam A.H.H.
wisdom holds my wisdom less,
That I, who gaze with temperate eyes
On glorious insufficiencies,
light by narrower perfectness.
thou, that fillest all the room
Of all my love, art reason why
I seem to cast a careless eye
souls, the lesser lords of doom.
what wert thou? some novel power
Sprang up for ever at a touch,
And hope could never hope too much,
watching thee from hour to hour,
elements in order brought,
And tracts of calm from tempest made,
And world-wide fluctuation sway’d
vassal tides that follow’d thought.
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