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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 121. Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun

Alfred Lord Tennyson·1809–1891
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Sad Hesper o'er the buried sunAnd ready, thou, to die with him,Thou watchest all things ever dimAnd dimmer, and a glory done:The team is loosen'd from the wain,The boat is drawn upon the shore;Thou listenest to the closing door,And life is darken'd in the brain.Bright Phosphor, fresher for the night,By thee the world's great work is heardBeginning, and the wakeful bird;Behind thee comes the greater light: The market boat is on the stream,And voices hail it from the brink;Thou hear'st the village hammer clink,And see'st the moving of the team. Sweet Hesper-Phosphor, double nameFor what is one, the first, the last,Thou, like my present and my past,Thy place is changed; thou art the same.