How fares it with the happy dead? <br /> For here the man is more and more; <br /> But he forgets the days before <br /> God shut the doorways of his head. <br /> The days have vanish'd, tone and tint, <br /> And yet perhaps the hoarding sense <br /> Gives out at times (he knows not whence) <br /> A little flash, a mystic hint; <br /> And in the long harmonious years <br /> (If Death so taste Lethean springs), <br /> May some dim touch of earthly things <br /> Surprise thee ranging with thy peers. <br /> <br /> If such a dreamy touch should fall, <br /> O turn thee round, resolve the doubt; <br /> My guardian angel will speak out <br /> In that high place, and tell thee all.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-a-h-h-44-how-fares-it-with-the-happy/
