I hold it true, whate’er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;’Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.Verse XXVII
― Alfred Lord Tennyson,
In Memoriam
I hold it true, whate’er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;’Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.Verse XXVII ― Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam
