Poetry Thursday - excerpt from In Memoriam A.H.H. by Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam Section CXXIII

There rolls the deep where grew the tree.
      O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
      There where the long street roars, hath been
The stillness of the central sea.

The hills are shadows, and they flow
      From form to form, and nothing stands;
      They melt like mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go.

But in my spirit will I dwell,
      And dream my dream, and hold it true;
      For tho' my lips may breathe adieu,
I cannot think the thing farewell.

      - Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) (via)

The poem came to me through the taking of a long-unconsulted volume (if a paperback can be called a "volume") off the shelf and flicking through, looking for something short and interesting, at the end of the day.

I was delighted to find a four-leaf clover, and also a memory, of going to the book launch, in 1984 -

What further poems of Science have been written since then - nearly 35 years ago - much has happened, after all!