Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (18091892)Extracts from In Memoriam: Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
That not one life shall be destroy’d,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;
That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivell’d in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another’s gain.
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.