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Alfred Lord Tennyson - In Memoriam A. H. H.: 44
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How fares it with the happy dead?
        For here the man is more and more;
        But he forgets the days before
    God shut the doorways of his head.
    The days have vanish`d, tone and tint,
        And yet perhaps the hoarding sense
        Gives out at times (he knows not whence)
    A little flash, a mystic hint;
    And in the long harmonious years
       (If Death so taste Lethean springs),
       May some dim touch of earthly things
   Surprise thee ranging with thy peers.

   If such a dreamy touch should fall,
       O turn thee round, resolve the doubt;
       My guardian angel will speak out
   In that high place, and tell thee all.
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