Monday, August 06, 2007

A Little Alfred

Beautiful People,

If pithy quotes and sayings don't do it for you, perhaps a bit of poetry from the Public Domain? This too arrived this morning in my email, and took me to departures, moves, sorrows, woes. "In Memoriam" is like "in memory of" - right? And we can all relate to thinking on things from the past, from memory, with a desire to pay tribute to such thoughts, love, hopes, dreams...yes? What I so love and appreciate is where Alfred goes in the 8th verse. I don't know if Lord Tennyson was a Catholic, but he sure as shoot believed in something Divine!

Blessings this day!


Poem: excerpts from "In Memoriam" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

excerpts from In Memoriam


Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,

A hand that can be clasped no more—
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.

He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly through the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.


Love is and was my Lord and King,
And in his presence I attend
To hear the tidings of my friend,
Which every hour his couriers bring.

Love is and was my King and Lord,
And will be, though as yet I keep
Within his court on earth, and sleep
Encompassed by his faithful guard,

And hear at times a sentinel
Who moves about from place to place,
And whispers to the worlds of space,
In the deep night, that all is well.

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