And she turn'd—her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs —
All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel eyes —
Saying, "I have hid my feelings, fearing they should do me wrong"
Saying, "Dost thou love me?" weeping, "I have loved thee long…"
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast,
Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest.
– Tennyson, Locksley Hall
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