 | A memoir by Hallam Tennyson (1897) |  |
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To a friend, Mrs Neville,
who had lately lost her husband
Woman of noble form and noble mind!Whithersoever thro' the wilderness
Thou bearest from the threshold of thy friends
The sacred sorrows of as pure a heart
As e'er beat time to Nature, take with thee
Our warmest wishes, silent Guardians
But true till Death; and let them go in hope,
Like birds of passage, to return with thee
Some happy Summer morning, when the winds
Are fallen or changed; and, water'd by thy tears,
The two fair lilies growing at thy side
Have slowly prosper'd into stately flowers.
| A memoir by Hallam Tennyson (1897) | |