In Memoriam AHH

(So this poem is epically long, these are just my favs. Note that it wasn't Shakespeare who wrote the famous couplet in the first stanza. Also, he was probably lovers with this guy, tidbit of gossip. Tell people you love them now, so when they are gone you don't have to write pages and pages over years and years...)

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.
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I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more