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TENNYSON by HENRY VAN DYKE

First Line: FROM THE MISTY SHORES OF MIDNIGHT, TOUCHED WITH SPLENDORS OF THE MOON
Last Line: SILENCE HERE -- BUT, FAR BEYOND US, MANY VOICES CRYING, HAIL!
Subject(s): TENNYSON, ALFRED (1809-1892); TENNYSON, ALFRED TENNYSON, 1ST BARON;
IN LUCEM TRANSITUS, OCTOBER, 1'92

FROM the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendors of the moon,
To the singing tides of heaven, and the light more clear than noon,
Passed a soul that grew to music till it was with God in tune.

Brother of the greatest poets, true to nature, true to art;
Lover of Immortal Love, uplifter of the human heart, --
Who shall cheer us with high music, who shall sing, if thou depart?

Silence here -- for love is silent, gazing on the lessening sail;
Silence here -- for grief is voiceless when the mighty minstrels fail;
Silence here -- but, far beyond us, many voices crying, Hail!



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