So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry.
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About Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam.
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry.
Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam.