Tuesday, April 24, 2012


For Today's A to Z Challenge I am going to post a poem about Trust, but not one that I wrote. Rather, I am going to post one I like by Lord Alfred Tennyson. Enjoy.

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, yet we Trust that somehow Good by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final end of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroy'd,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;
That not a worm is cloven in vain;
That not a moth with vain desire
I shrivell'd in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another's gain.

Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last--far off--at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.

So runs my dream: but what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.

1 comment:

Susan Flett Swiderski said...

Wow, you sure do have a classy looking blog. Great word choice for T and even better poem to illustrate it.

Just stopping by on a quick A-Z fly-by. Nice to meet ya. Count me in as your newest follower. Good luck with the rest of the challenge.