A PILGRIMAGE THROUGH ‘IN MEMORIAM’ 64

Yet pity for a horse o’er-driven,
And love in which my hound has part,
Can hang no weight upon my heart
In its assumptions up to heaven;


And I am so much more than these,
As thou, perchance, art more than I,
And yet I spare them sympathy,
And I would set their pains at ease.


So mayst thou watch me where I weep,
As, unto vaster motions bound,
The circuits of thine orbit round
A higher height, a deeper deep.

This humility is self-humiliation: how can he think that Hallam will now love him as he loves his hound? There is a kind of wilful grovelling in this section, which is not worthy of its author.

 

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