Chapter 43

'Whichever way my days decline,

I felt and feel, though left alone,

His being working in mine own,

The footsteps of his life in mine.

Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,

So far, so near, in woe and weal;

O, loved the most when most I feel

There is a lower and a higher!'

TENNYSON: In Memoriam.

AFTER that moming on which