XI

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of Conclusion

The blessed music went that way my soul will have to go.

And for myself, indeed, I care not if I go to-day.

But, Effie, you must comfort her when I am past away.

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