Poetry & Verse
In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship
By Lord Alfred TennysonSource: Lord Alfred Tennyson - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short88 words
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers from thy lying lip? "The...
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O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers from thy lying lip? "The stars," she whispers, "blindly run; A web is wov'n across the sky; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun: "And all the phantom, Nature, stands-- With all the music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own,-- A hollow form with empty hands."…
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