O that 'twere possible

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O THAT 'twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again!...

A shadow flits before me 5
Not thou but like to thee:
Ah Christ! that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved that they might tell us
What and where they be! 10

© Alfred Tennyson