"I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in..."

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I came in haste with cursing breath,

And heart of hardest steel;

But when I saw thee cold in death,

I felt as man should feel.

For when I look upon that face,

That cold, unheeding, frigid brown,

Where neither rage nor fear has place,

By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

”



- Alfred Tennyson

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