O That ’Twere Possible
Alfred Lord Tennyson
O that ’twere possible After long grief and pain To find the arms of my true love Round me once again!… A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah, Christ! that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be!
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