Lord Alfred Tennyson

In Memoriam V: I sometimes hold it half a sin

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII —V

 
I sometimes hold it half a sin
        To put in words the grief I feel;
        For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
 
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
        A use in   measured language lies;
        The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
 
In words, like weeds, I’ll wrap me o’er,
        Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
        But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.
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