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Alfred Lord Tennyson - In Memoriam A. H. H.: 121.
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Sad Hesper o`er the buried sun
        And ready, thou, to die with him,
        Thou watchest all things ever dim
And dimmer, and a glory done:
The team is loosen`d from the wain,
        The boat is drawn upon the shore;
        Thou listenest to the closing door,
And life is darken`d in the brain.
Bright Phosphor, fresher for the night,
       By thee the world`s great work is heard
       Beginning, and the wakeful bird;
Behind thee comes the greater light:

The market boat is on the stream,
       And voices hail it from the brink;
       Thou hear`st the village hammer clink,
And see`st the moving of the team.

Sweet Hesper-Phosphor, double name
       For what is one, the first, the last,
       Thou, like my present and my past,
Thy place is changed; thou art the same.
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