As though to breathe were life (favourite poem)

As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life

Were all too little, and of one to me

Little remains: but every hour is saved

From that eternal silence, something more,

A bringer of new things; and vile it were

For some three suns to store and hoard myself,

And this grey spirit yearning in desire

To follow knowledge like a sinking star,

Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

 

(...)

 

Though much is taken, much abides; and though

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

 

 

Yes, det är Lord T. 

Alfred för de intimaste. 

Tennyson. Han som får orden att vibrera och ta mening.

Plus att denna är dikten som Dame Judi Dench citerar i utmärkta Skyfall. Kuriosa.