C/ - he turns, in this exquisito posiy from the associations of the home with his friend to those with his own childhood regret of Leaving ALFRED LORD TENNYSON Somersby A treble darkness, Evil haunts The birth, the bridal; friend from friend Gnarr at the heels of men, and prey By each cold hearth, and sadness flings Her shadow on the blaze of kings: And yet myself have heard him say, That not in any mother town With statelier progress to and fro Of lustier leaves; nor more content, Imperial halls, or open plain; 49 Nor runlet tinkling from the rock; But each has pleased a kindred eye, I think once more he seems to die. Unwatch'd, the garden bough shall sway, The tender blossom flutter down, And wheels the circled dance, and breaks Unloved, by many a sandy bar, The rocket molten into flakes Of crimson or in emerald rain. 99 2nd anniversary XCIX depth Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, Who murmurest in the foliaged eaves Who wakenest with thy balmy breath O wheresoever those may be, hids the pa Betwixt the slumber of the poles, I climb the hill: from end to end day is ba C. in leaving the old home, he seems to love his friend. The brook shall babble down the plain, At noon or when the lesser wain or Ursa minor Is twisting round the polar star; forms. the apparent of the courte. apis Uncared for, gird the windy grove, The sailing moon in creek and cove; Till from the garden and the wild doesn't. As year by year the labourer tills CII (02 We leave the well-beloved place We go, but ere we go from home, One whispers, 'Here thy boyhood sung The other answers, 'Yea, but here Thy feet have stray'd in after hours And each prefers his separate claim, but the memones recalled are not poignant, but tender && cious. moul CIV=CVI. With these rections begins the tile Part Xmastide & New year in the new home. The poet in away from the past & his private grief, & looks to future & his hopes for mankind. 50 I turn to go: my feet are set VICTORIAN POETRY To leave the pleasant fields and farms; They mix in one another's arms To one pure image of regret. CIII (03 On that last night before we went And maidens with me: distant hills The hall with harp and carol rang. And when they learnt that I must go, And on by many a level mead, And still as vaster grew the shore, And roll'd the floods in grander space, The maidens gather'd strength and grace And presence, lordlier than before; And I myself, who sat apart And watch'd them, wax'd in every limb; As one would sing the death of war, Until the forward-creeping tides Began to foam, and we to draw Whereat those maidens with one mind. Bewail'd their lot; I did them wrong: 'We served thee here,' they said, 'so long, And wilt thou leave us now behind?' So rapt I was, they could not win CIV zadXmas That wakens at this hour of rest A single murmur in the breast, That these are not the bells I know. Like strangers' voices here they sou In lands where not a memory stra Nor landmark breathes of other da But all is new unhallow'd ground. CV 105 To-night ungather'd let us leave This laurel, let this holly stand: We live within the stranger's land And strangely falls our Christmas-ev Our father's dust is left alone And silent under other snows: There in due time the woodbine bl The violet comes, but we are gone. No more shall wayward grief abuse The genial hour with mask and mi For change of place, like growth of Has broke the bond of dying use. Let cares that petty shadows cast, By which our lives are chiefly pro A little spare the night I loved, And hold it solemn to the past. But let no footstep beat the floor, Nor bowl of wassail mantle warm; For who would keep an ancient for Thro' which the spirit breathes no m Be neither song, nor game, nor feast Nor harp be touch'd, nor flute bet No dance, no motion, save alone What lightens in the lucid east Of rising worlds by yonder wood. Long sleeps the summer in the see Run out your measured arcs, and 1 The closing cycle rich in good. +tte Part could not win my lips, but he ikewise ye they enter'd in. I began to sweep meet and shroud, vard a crimson cloud along the deep. 104 CIV gad Xmas r the birth of Christ; the night is still; elow the hill the mist. Is below, mis hour of rest in the breast, ne bells I know. 5 here they sound, a memory strays, thes of other days, low'd ground. 0105 et us leave holly stand: stranger's land, ir Christmas-eve. eft alone her snows: he woodbine blows. we are gone. rd grief abuse 1 mask and mime; like growth of time i dying use. hadows cast, re chiefly proved, ht I loved, the past. t the floor, nantle warm; in ancient form reathes no more? ne, nor feast; 1or flute be blown save alone cid east ider wood. r in the seed; I arcs, and lead good. 4,06 ކ the wild sky, rosty light: e night; let him die. CVI- New Greve - the mood of the last poem is continued & heightened: the bells sound wild & fub as the the closing cycle were already bieginenin o the past husnd from the grid that saps the in joulure of man to hopes for ALFRED LORD TENNYSON Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: Ring out the grief that saps the mind, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out false pride in place and blood, war & mollism Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Chrish Ring in the valiant man and free, as CVIII /08 I will not shut me from my kind, And vacant yearning, tho' with might 51 But mine own phantom chanting hymns? I'll rather take what fruit may be CIX 109 Heart-affluence in discursive talk From household fountains never dry; To seize and throw the doubts of man; symbolic of all realy represHigh nature amorous of the good, 107 Cation It is the day when he was born, The time admits not flowers or leaves To deck the banquet. Fiercely flies To yon hard crescent, as she hangs Together, in the drifts that pass But fetch the Arrange the board and brim the glass; Bring in great logs and let them lie, But touch'd with no ascetic gloom; Of freedom in her regal seat Of England; not the schoolboy heat, CX 110 Thy converse drew us with delight, The proud was half disarm'd of pride, The stern were mild when thou wert by, In this section, the powers that work for good expecially those which unite men; and so the fait 4 CIX-CXIV. In his search for windows, the fruit of sorrow, he turns to contemplate the character of his fr The poems attempt to describe the character of his fre in whom he finds qualities mont required to meet dany520 of political & scientific progress, as in Epilog secan it a type of While I, thy nearest, sat apart, And felt thy triumph was as mine; And loved them more, that they were The graceful tact, the Christian art; thine, Nor mine the sweetness or the skill, But mine the love that will not tire, And, born of love, the vague desire That spurs an imitative will. CXI The churl in spirit, up or down Along the scale of ranks, thro' all, To him who grasps a golden ball, By blood a king, at heart a clown; The churl in spirit, howe'er he veil His want in forms for fashion's sake, Will let his coltish nature break At seasons thro' the gilded pale: For who can always act? but he, To whom a thousand memories call, Or villain fancy fleeting by, The grand old name of gentleman, High wisdom holds my wisdom less, And hope could never hope too much, In watching thee from hour to hour, Large elements in order brought, And tracts of calm from tempest made, And world-wide fluctuation sway'd In vassal tides that follow'd thought. CXIII 113 'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise; For can I doubt, who knew thee kee In intellect, with force and skill To strive, to fashion, to fulfil — I doubt not what thou wouldst have A life in civic action warm, A soul on highest mission sent, With thousand shocks that come an CXIV [14 Who loves not Knowledge? Who sha Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall Her pillars? Let her work prevail. But on her forehead sits a fire: She sets her forward countenance And leaps into the future chance, Submitting all things to desire. Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain She cannot fight the fear of death. What is she, cut from love and fa But some wild Pallas from the brain Of Demons? fiery-hot to burst All barriers in her onward race For power. Let her know her pla She is the second, not the first. A higher hand must make her mild, If all be not in vain; and guide Her footsteps, moving side by side With wisdom, like the younger child: For she is earthly of the mind, But Wisdom heavenly of the soul. O, friend, who camest to thy goal So early, leaving me behind, I would the great world grew like th Who grewest not alone in power And knowledge, but by year and ho In reverence and in charity. 115 CXV レ Now fades the last long streak of sno Now burgeons every maze of quick About the flowering squares, and thi By ashen roots the violets blow. Now rings the woodland loud and lon The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drown'd in yonder living blue The lark becomes a sightless song. the fruit of ter of his friend q his friend "to meet the 5 in Epiloga knew thee keen orce and skill On, to fulfil its a fire: d countenance hild, and vain- o burst ke her mild, nd guide side by side unger child: : mind, of the soul. o thy goal nd, grew like thee, in power year and hour y. reak of snow, ze of quick res, and thick blow. ud and long, lier hue, iving blue s song. CXV-Spring comes once more, his CXVIII- Do not believe soné is like mere mutt been produced, like lou ALFRED LORD Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, white Where now the seamew pipes, or dives From land to land; and in my breast And buds and blossoms like the rest. CXVI 6 Is it, then, regret for buried time greey That keenlier in sweet April wakes, And meets the year, and gives and takes The colours of the crescent prime? Not all the songs, the stirring air, Not all regret: the face will shine Upon me, while I muse alone; And that dear voice, I once have known, Still speak to me of me and mine: Yet less of sorrow lives in me For days of happy commune dead; Less yearning for the friendship fled, Than some strong bond which is to be. CXVII // 7 O days and hours, your work is this, Desire of nearness doubly sweet; And every span of shade that steals, Contemplate all this work of Time The giant labouring in his youth; Nor dream of human love and truth, As dying Nature's earth and lime; But trust that those we call the dead Are breathers of an ampler day For ever nobler ends. They say, The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, The seeming prey of cyclic storms, Till at the last arose the man; only to perish. He is a best to advance to somet TENNYSON on the earth & also in some higher place ens Who throve and branch'd from clime t clime, The herald of a higher race, And of himself in higher place to the If so he type this work of time Within himself, from more to more; Or, crown'd with attributes of woe Like glories, move his course, and show That life is not as idle ore, he repeats the process of evolution by sunduring the love willen haar to the users the fl |