“Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.”

—  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

To J. S., stanza 18, from Poems (1832)

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British poet laureate 1809–1892

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