I sometimes hold it half a sin <br /> To put in words the grief I feel; <br /> For words, like Nature, half reveal <br /> And half conceal the Soul within. <br /> But, for the unquiet heart and brain, <br /> A use in measured language lies; <br /> The sad mechanic exercise, <br /> Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. <br /> In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, <br /> Like coarsest clothes against the cold; <br /> But that large grief which these enfold <br /> Is given in outline and no more.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-a-h-h-5-sometimes-i-hold-it-half-a-s/
