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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Memoriam A. H. H.: 121. Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun<br> And ready, thou, to die with him,<br> Thou watchest all things ever dim<br> And dimmer, and a glory done:<br> The team is loosen'd from the wain,<br> The boat is drawn upon the shore;<br> Thou listenest to the closing door,<br> And life is darken'd in the brain.<br> Bright Phosphor, fresher for the night,<br> By thee the world's great work is heard<br> Beginning, and the wakeful bird;<br> Behind thee comes the greater light:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> The market boat is on the stream,<br> And voices hail it from the brink;<br> Thou hear'st the village hammer clink,<br> And see'st the moving of the team.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Sweet Hesper-Phosphor, double name<br> For what is one, the first, the last,<br> Thou, like my present and my past,<br> Thy place is changed; thou art the same.</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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