2 Come not as thou eamest1 of late, Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day; but robed in soften'd light Whilome thou eamest with the morning mist, The dew-impearled winds of dawn have kiss'd,2 Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight The black earth with brilliance rare. 3 Whilome thou eamest with the morning mist, Showering thy gleaned wealth into my open breast, (Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind Never grow sere, When rooted in the garden of the mind, In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Though deep not fathomless, Was cloven with the million stars which tremble For sure she deem'd no mist of earth could dull 11830. Cam'st. 21830. Kist. Sure she was nigher to heaven's spheres, 0 strengthen me, enlighten me! Thou dewy dawn of memory. 4 Come forth I charge thee, arise, Thou of the many tongues, the myriad eyes! Divinest Memory! Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds and shines grey A pillar of white light upon the wall 3 hill-side, The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland. When the first matin-song hath waken'd4 loud What time the amber morn Forth gushes from beneath a low-hung cloud. 1 Transferred from Timbuctoo. And these with lavish'd sense Listenist the lordly music flowing from The illimitable years. 2 The poplars have now disappeared but the seven elms are still to be seen in the garden behind the house. See Napier, The Laureate's County, pp. 32, 40-41. This is the Somersby brook which so otten reappears in Tennyson's poetry, cf. Miller's Daughter, A Farewell, and In Memoriam, Ixxix. and c. 4 1830. Waked. For the epithet dew-impearled" cf. Drayton, Ideas, sonnet liii., amongst the dainty dew-impearled flowers," where the epithet is more appropriate and intelligible. 5 Large dowries doth the raptured eye When first she is wed; And like a bride of old In triumph led, With music and sweet showers Unto the dwelling she must sway. With royal frame-work of wrought gold; Place it, where sweetest sunlight fells For the discovery And newness of thine art so pleased thee, On the prime labour of thine early days: No matter what the sketch might be; Whether the high field on the bushless Pike, Of heaped hills that mound the sea, Overblown with murmurs harsh, Or even a lowly cottage1 whence we see Stretch'd wide and wild the waste enormous marsh, Where from the frequent bridge, Like emblems of infinity,2 The trenched waters run from sky to sky; Or a garden bower'd close 3 With plaited alleys of the trailing rose, 1 The cottage at Maplethorpe where the Tennysons used to spend the summer holidays. (See Life, \., 46.) 21830. Emblems or Glimpses of Eternity. '1830. Pleached. The whole of this passage is an exact description of the Parsonage garden at Somersby. See Life, i., 27. Long alleys falling down to twilight grots, Of crowned lilies, standing near Whither in after life retired From brawling storms, From weary wind, With youthful fancy reinspired, We may hold converse with all forms And those whom passion hath not blinded, My friend, with you 2 to live alone, A crown, a sceptre, and a throne! 0 strengthen, enlighten me! I faint in this obscurity, Thou dewy dawn of memory. SONG First printed in 1830. The poem was written in the garden at the Old Rectory, Somersby; an autumn scene there which it faithfully describes. This poem seems to have haunted Poe, a fervent admirer of Tennyson's early poems. 1 A Spirit haunts the year's last hours For at eventide, listening earnestly, Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks Of the mouldering flowers: Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i' the earth so chilly; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. 11830. The few. 2 1830 and 1842. Thee. $1830. Methink, were, so till 1850, when it was altered to the present reading. 2 The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad sunflower ADELINE First printed in 1830. 1 Mystery of mysteries, Faintly smiling Adeline, But beyond expression fair Thy rose-lips and full blue eyes Take the heart from out my breast. Wherefore those dim looks of thine, Shadowy, dreaming Adeline? 2 Whence that aery bloom of thine, |