On the tube (Gloucester to Hammersmith). How I love it when poetry infiltrates the mundane world, speaking its secret language to those in the know - akin to a lover reaching under the table to hold one's hand in surreptitious joy.
From In Memoriam by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
There rolls the deep where grew the tree.
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
There where the long street roars, hath been
The stillness of the central see.
The hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands;
They melt like mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go....
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In Memoriam also gave us that immortal line: "Tis' better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all", now taken as the ultimate declaration of romantic love. Of course, Tennyson was writing of Arthur Hallam, has closest friend.
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