Alfred Lord Tennyson

Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.

Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.

I am a part of all that I have met.

I am a part of all that I have met.

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost read more

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world, and all read more

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.