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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,<br>O Priestess in the vaults of Death,<br>O sweet and bitter in a breath,<br>What whispers from thy lying lip? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"The stars," she whispers, "blindly run;<br>A web is wov'n across the sky;<br>From out waste places comes a cry,<br>And murmurs from the dying sun: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"And all the phantom, Nature, stands--<br>With all the music in her tone,<br>A hollow echo of my own,--<br>A hollow form with empty hands." </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And shall I take a thing so blind,<br>Embrace her as my natural good;<br>Or crush her, like a vice of blood,<br>Upon the threshold of the mind?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a></strong></div>

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