A Dedication
DEAR, near and trueno truer Time himself Can prove you, tho he make you evermore Dearer and nearer, as the rapid of life Shoots to the falltake this, and pray that he, Who wrote it, honoring your sweet faith in him, May trust himself; and spite of praise and scorn, As one who feels the immeasurable world, Attain the wise indifference of the wise; And after Autumn pastif left to pass His autumn into seeming-leafless days Draw toward the long frost and longest night, Wearing his wisdom lightly, like the fruit Which in our winter woodland looks a flower.*
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"DEAR, near and trueno truer Time himself..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lord Tennyson delivers a powerful performance in "A Dedication"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...