Entry XXII – April

Locksley Hall
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore,
And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast,
Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest.

 

For I dipt into the future far as human eye could see;
Saw the Vision of the world and all the wonder that would be.

 

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