runs dream, I?An infant crying nightAn infant crying lightAnd no langu — Alfred Tennyson, Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson In Memoriam

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So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry.

Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam

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