In Memoriam A.H.H.
sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
half conceal the Soul within.
for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
dull narcotics, numbing pain.
words, like weeds, I’ll wrap me o’er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold:
But that large grief which these enfold
given in outline and no more.
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