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TENNYSON.

"And all the train of bounteous hours
 Conduct by paths of growing powers
To reverence and the silver hair;

Till slowly worn her earthly robe,
 Her lavish mission richly wrought,
 Leaving great legacies of thought,
Thy spirit should fail from off the globe;

What time mine own might also flee,
 As link'd with thine in love and fate."
In Memoriam, lxxxii. 8-10. 

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"Her care is not to part and prove;
 She takes, when harsher moods remit,
 What slender shade of doubt may flit,
And makes it vassal unto love."
In Memoriam, xlviii. 2. 

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"The far-off interest of tears."
In Memoriam, i. 2.