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Posted to Tribute to Ken Kesey

For sweet Ken Kesey

In Memoriam (an extract) by Tennyson

Thy voice is on the rolling air;
I hear thee where the waters run;
Thou standest in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair.

What art thou then? I cannot guess;
But tho' I seem in star and flower
To feel thee some diffusive flower
I do not therefore love thee less;

My love involves the love before;
My love is vaster passion now;
Tho' mix'd with God and nature thou,
I seem to love thee more and more.

Far off thou art,but ever nigh;
I have thee still,and I rejoice;
I prosper,circled with thy voice;
I shall not lose thee tho' I die.