Dedication 
These to His Memory--since he held them dear, 
Perchance as finding there unconsciously 
Some image of himself--I dedicate, 
I dedicate, I consecrate with tears-- 
These Idylls. 

And indeed He seems to me 
Scarce other than my king's ideal knight, 
`Who reverenced his conscience as his king; 
Whose glory was, redressing human wrong; 
Who spake no slander, no, nor listened to it; 
Who loved one only and who clave to her--' 
Her--over all whose realms to their last isle, 
Commingled with the gloom of imminent war, 
The shadow of His loss drew like eclipse, 
Darkening the world. We have lost him: he is gone: 
We know him now: all narrow jealousies 
Are silent; and we see him as he moved, 
How modest, kindly, all-accomplished, wise, 
With what sublime repression of himself, 
And in what limits, and how tenderly; 
Not swaying to this faction or to that; 
Not making his high place the lawless perch 
Of winged ambitions, nor a vantage-ground 
For pleasure; but through all this tract of years 
Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, 
Before a thousand peering littlenesses, 
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, 
And blackens every blot: for where is he, 
Who dares foreshadow for an only son 
A lovelier life, a more unstained, than his? 
Or how should England dreaming of HIS sons 
Hope more for these than some inheritance 
Of such a life, a heart, a mind as thine, 
Thou noble Father of her Kings to be, 
Laborious for her people and her poor-- 
Voice in the rich dawn of an ampler day-- 
Far-sighted summoner of War and Waste 
To fruitful strifes and rivalries of peace-- 
Sweet nature gilded by the gracious gleam 
Of letters, dear to Science, dear to Art, 
Dear to thy land and ours, a Prince indeed, 
Beyond all titles, and a household name, 
Hereafter, through all times, Albert the Good. 

Break not, O woman's-heart, but still endure; 
Break not, for thou art Royal, but endure, 
Remembering all the beauty of that star 
Which shone so close beside Thee that ye made 
One light together, but has past and leaves 
The Crown a lonely splendour. 

May all love, 
His love, unseen but felt, o'ershadow Thee, 
The love of all Thy sons encompass Thee, 
The love of all Thy daughters cherish Thee, 
The love of all Thy people comfort Thee, 
Till God's love set Thee at his side again!

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Poet: Alfred Lord Tennyson
Poem: Dedication

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