Dear as remembered kisses after death
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feignd
On lips that are for others deep as love
Deep as first love and wild with all regret
O Death in Life the days that are no more
Alfred Tennyson
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There rolls the deep where grew the tree
O earth what changes hast thou seen
There where the long street roars hath been.
The stillness of the central sea.
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Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed
And up there grew a flower
That others called a weed.
- Alfred Tennyson