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ALFRED TENNYSON
The voice that late with music thrilledThe world, in silence now is stilled.
Or is our loss the larger gain
Of worlds new-wakened to his strain?
| [Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb | |
The world, in silence now is stilled.
Or is our loss the larger gain
Of worlds new-wakened to his strain?