Alfred Lord Tennyson - I Sometimes Hold It Half A Sin - In Memoriam A. H. H. - Section 5 - Read by Elizabeth Klett
I Sometimes Hold It Half A Sin
In Memoriam A. H. H. - Section 5
by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold:
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.