A tragic one today, from "In Memoriam A.H.H." by Tennyson. The whole poem is one of the saddest, most beautiful things I've ever read–if you're interested, you can find the rest of it here.
VII.
Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, [...:]
Published on April 11, 2010 08:35