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Alfred Lord Tennyson - In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22
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The path by which we twain did go,
        Which led by tracts that pleased us well,
        Thro` four sweet years arose and fell,
From flower to flower, from snow to snow:
And we with singing cheer`d the way,
        And, crown`d with all the season lent,
        From April on to April went,
And glad at heart from May to May:
But where the path we walk`d began
       To slant the fifth autumnal slope,
       As we descended following Hope,
There sat the Shadow fear`d of man;

Who broke our fair companionship,
       And spread his mantle dark and cold,
       And wrapt thee formless in the fold,
And dull`d the murmur on thy lip,

And bore thee where I could not see
       Nor follow, tho` I walk in haste,
       And think, that somewhere in the waste
The Shadow sits and waits for me.
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