Alfred Tennyson

“ Dead Princess, living Power, if that which lived
True life live on, and if the fatal kiss,
Born of true life and love, divorce thee not
From earthly love and life, if what we call
The spirit flash not all at once from out
This shadow into Substance, then perhaps
The mellow’d murmur of the people’s praise
From thine own State, and all our breadth of realm,
Where Love and Longing dress thy deeds in light,
Ascends to thee ”