Of demons? fiery-hot to burst All barriers in her onward race A higher hand must make her mild, For she is earthly of the mind, But Wisdom heavenly of the soul, So early, leaving me behind. I would the great world grew like thee, CXV Now fades the last long streak of snow, Now burgeons every maze of quick3 About the flowering squares, and thick By ashen roots the violets blow. Now rings the woodland loud and long, Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, Where now the seamew pipes, or dives 185 190 195 200 205 210 215 220 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, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom 660 Is that enchanted moan only the swell My own heart's heart, my ownest own, farewell; And ye meanwhile far over moor and fell Beat to the noiseless music of the night! Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe SONG-LATE, LATE, SO LATE (From Guinevere, 1859) "Late, late, so late! and dark the night chill! Late, late, so late! but we can enter still. "No light had we; for that we do repent, "No light! so late! and dark and chill the night O, let us in, tho' late, to kiss his feet! THE HIGHER PANTHEISM (From The Holy Grail and Other Poems, 1869 The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hiis and the plains, Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him whi reigns? Is not the Vision He, tho' He be not that which he seems? Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb, Are they not sign and symbol of thy division from Him? Dark is the world to thee; thyself art the reason why, For is He not all but thou, that hast power te feel "I am I"? (1887) Late, my grandson! half the morning have I Wander'd back to living boyhood while I heard I myself so close on death, and death itself in 1 This poem was composed in 1880, after a day's ramble over the peninsula of Sirmio, which stretches, almost cut off from the mainland, into the Lake of Garda, Italy. Catullus, the Latin lyric poet, had a villa on Sirmio, and the region is full of memories of him and his poems. Tennyson was rowed out to Sirmio from Desenzano, a town at the southern end of the lake. 2 "O delightful Sirmio," from Cat. Carm. 31. "Brother, hail and then farewell!" the solemn words of farewell to the dead. The reference is to Catullus's tribute to his dead brother, Carm. 101. 4 An echo of Catullus', Carm. vii. 31. "Paene insularum, Sirmio, insularumque Ocelle;" (Sirmio, scarcely an island, a little darling of an island.) 1 Tennyson believed that the "two Locksley Halls were likely to be in the future two of the most historically interesting of his poems, as descriptive of the tone of the age at two distant periods of his life." H. Tennyson's Memoir, ii. 329. Gone thy tender-natured mother, wearying t be left alone, Pining for the stronger heart that once ha beat beside her own. Truth, for truth is truth, he worshipt, bez true as he was brave; Good, for good is good, he follow'd, yet he look'd beyond the grave, Wiser there than you, that crowning barres Death as lord of all, Deem this over-tragic drama's closing curtaz is the pall! Beautiful was death in him, who saw the death but kept the deck, Saving women and their babes, and sinking with the sinking wreck, Gone for ever! Ever? no-for since our dy Half the marvels of my morning, triumphs over time and space, Staled by frequence, shrunk by usage into commonest commonplace! "Forward" rang the voices then, and of th many mine was one. Let us hush this cry of "Forward" till ten thousand years have gone. Far among the vanish'd races, old Assyriar kings would flay Captives whom they caught in battle-irhearted victors they. Ages after, while in Asia, he that led the wild Moguls, Timur built his ghastly tower of eighty thor sand human skulls; 3i. e. Tamerlane, v. p. 159, n. 1. Some accounts repre sent Timur as an oriental conqueror of the most end type. |