Webi bring to life, i bring to death:
The spirit does but mean the breath:
I know no more. and he, shall he, man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, such splendid purpose.
Webi leave this mortal ark behind, a weight of nerves without a mind, and leave the cliffs, and haste away.
In which the soul of the poet seems to mount, like a dove rising into the heavens with a message of woe tied under her wings;
Webfor wisdom dealt with mortal powers, where truth in closest words shall fail, when truth embodied in a tale shall enter in at lowly doors.
And so the word had breath, and.
Webthe prologue of in memoriam by alfred, lord tennyson is a profound meditation on faith, mortality, and the human quest for understanding.
Webthine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest life in man and brute;
And lo, thy foot.
Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Thou wilt not leave us in.