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!
O That 'twere Possible
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Poem topics: grief, pain, shadow, long, true, short, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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