In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 51
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I cannot love thee as I ought,
For love reflects the thing beloved;
My words are only words, and moved
Upon the topmost froth of thought.
'Yet blame not thou thy plaintive song,'
The Spirit of true love replied;
‘Thou canst not move me from thy side,
Nor human frailty do me wrong.
'What keeps a spirit wholly true
To that ideal which he bears?
What record? not the sinless years
That breathed beneath the Syrian blue:
'So fret not, like an idle girl,
That life is dash'd with flecks of sin.
Abide: thy wealth is gather'd in,
When Time hath sunder'd shell from pearl.'