And draw them all along, and flow For men may come and men may go, I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I move the sweet forget-me-nots 35 40 I murmur under moon and stars 45 I linger by my shingly bars ; And out again I curve and flow For men may come and men may go, 327 LORD TENNYSON. As thro' the land at eve we went, We fell out, my wife and I, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears! 50 5 For when we came where lies the child 10 There above the little grave, LORD TENNYSON. 328 The splendour falls on castle walls O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, 5 10 15 Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, 329 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds 5 10 To dying ears, when unto dying eyes 13 The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more. LORD TENNYSON. 330 O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her what I tell to thee. O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North. 20 O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. O were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. 10 14 Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made. O tell her, brief is life but love is long, And brief the sun of summer in the North, And brief the moon of beauty in the South. 20 O Swallow, flying from the golden woods, Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine, And tell her, tell her, that I follow thee. LORD TENNYSON. 331 Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, LORD TENNYSON. 6 10 332 Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: 10 15 20 But follow; let the torrent dance thee down LORD TENNYSON. 25 30 333 FROM IN MEMORIAM' Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more ; Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; 5 10 15 |