I found Him not in world or sun,

Or eagle’s wing, or insect’s eye;

Nor  through the questions men may try,

The pretty cobwebs we have spun….

 

Love is and was my Lord and King,

And in his presence I attend

To hear the tidings of my friend,

Which every hour his couriers bring.

 

Love is and was my King and Lord,

And will be, though as yet I keep

Within his court on earth, and sleep

Encompassed by his faithful guard,

 

And hear at times a sentinel

Who moves about from place to place,

And whispers to the world of space,

In the deep night, that all is well.

 

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892), In Memoriam.