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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, cruel fellowship

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,

O Priestess in the vaults of Death,

O sweet and bitter in a breath,

What whispers from thy lying lip?

"The stars," she whispers, "blindly run;

A web is wov'n across the sky;

From out waste places comes a cry,

And murmurs from the dying sun:

"And all the phantom, Nature, stands —

With all the music in her tone,

A hollow echo of my own, —

A hollow form with empty hands."

And shall I take a thing so blind,

Embrace her as my natural good;

Or crush her, like a vice of blood,

Upon the threshold of the mind?

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Poem
In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, cruel fellowship
Poet
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Length
16 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Death & Loss, Nature, Sad

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16 lines · 2 stanzas of 4–12 lines
Line length
Mostly 8-syllable lines (tetrameter length).

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Alfred, Lord Tennyson1809–1892
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