Long time, Tennyson . . . .
A poem that Queen Victoria found comfort in and served as Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s own memorial for his friend, Arthur Henry Hallam–In Memoriam–just Canto CXV, shared here.
When winter ends and spring begins, we are continually reminded of the circle of life–where it begins and where it ends, as we understand it. Tennyson marks the end and notes the beginning, in the April violets.
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