709. O that 'twere possible

Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson. 1809-1892

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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