PR 5553 .W4 jfl- '■■■ ill Class Book • Wi GopyrtghtN . COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT: FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON ALFRED, JLORD TENNYSON. From Day to Day With Tennyson COMPILED BY LEROY H. WESTLEY NEW YORK BARSE & HOPKINS PUBLISHERS C c l ^ \ O 3 Copyright, 1910, BY BARSE & HOPKINS DLA2684 FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON JANUARY January First Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand : •ling out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. In Memoriam. January Second Ah! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year? The Golden Year, m FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON January Third O thou, new-year, delaying long, Delayest the sorrow in my blood, That longs to burst a frozen bud, And flood a fresher throat with song. In Memoriam. January Fourth Love thou thy land, with love far-brought From out the storied Past, and used Within the Present, but transfused Thro' future time by power of thought. "Love Thou Thy Land." January Fifth Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range. Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Lochsley Hall. January Sixth Meet is it changes should control Our being, lest we rust in ease. We all are changed by still degrees, All but the basis of the soul. ' "Love Thou Thy Land" [8] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON January Seventh Put down the passions that make earth Hell! Down with ambition, avarice, pride, Jealousy, down ! cut off from the mind The bitter springs of anger and fear; Down too, down at your own fireside, With the evil tongue and the evil ear, For each is at war with mankind. Maud. January Eighth Will some one say, then why not ill for good? Why took ye not your pastime? To that man My work shall answer, since I knew the right And did it ; for a man is not as God, But then most Godlike being most a man. Love and Duty. January Ninth For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill And break the shore, and evermore Make and break, and work their will; Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll Round us, each with different powers, And other forms of life than ours, What know we greater than the soul? On God and Godlike men we build our trust. Ode on the Death of The Duke of Wellmgton. [9] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON January Tenth Why do they prate of the blessings of Peace? we have made them a curse, Pickpockets, each hand lusting for all that is not its own ; And lust of gain, in the spirit of Cain, is it better or worse Than the heart of the citizen hissing in war on his own hearthstone? Maud. January Eleventh It becomes no man to nurse despair, But, in the teeth of clench'd antagonisms, To follow up the worthiest till he die. The Princess. January Twelfth O well for him whose will is strong! He suffers, but he will not suffer long; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong: For him nor moves the loud world's random mock, Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems a promontory of rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent sound, In middle ocean meets the surging shock, Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. Will. [10] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON January Thirteenth Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns. Locksley Hall. January Fourteenth Yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. Ulysses. January Fifteenth Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd ; Drink deep, until the habits of the slave, The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite and slander die. The Princess. January Sixteenth There is confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long labour unto aged breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot- stars. The Lotos-Eaters. [ii] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON VJx" 7Qi VJV V?V V4V V{V7^7^>|V V?V7?^ >^t >^C >^C 7?^ ^ X|X X|X January Seventeenth Such clouds of nameless trouble cross All night below the darken'd eyes ; With morning wakes the will, and cries, "Thou shalt not be the fool of loss." In Memoriam. January Eighteenth Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell ; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before. In Memoriam. January Nineteenth The Sun will run his orbit, and the Moon Her circle. Wait, and Love himself will bring The drooping flower of knowledge changed to fruit Of wisdom. Wait : my faith is large in Time, And that which shapes it to some perfect end. Love and Duty. January Twentieth Cry, faint not, climb: the summits slope Beyond the furthest flights of hope, Wrapt in dense cloud from base to cope. The Two Voices. [12] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON January Twenty-first Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper ! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail. In Memoriam. January Twenty-second Let there be thistles, there are grapes ; If old things, there are new; Ten thousand broken lights and shapes, Yet glimpses of the true. Let raffs be rife in prose and rhyme, We lack not rhymes and reasons, As on this whirligig of Time We circle with the seasons. Will Waterproofs Monologue. January Twenty-third The path of duty was the way to glory: He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won His path upward, and prevail'd, Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled Are close upon the shining table-lands To which our God Himself is moon and sun. Ode on the Death of The Duke of Wellington. [13] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON January Twenty-fourth What is life, that we should moan? why make we such ado? The May Queen. January Twenty-fifth All thoughts, all creeds, all dreams are true All visions wild and strange; Man is the measure of all truth Unto himself. All truth is change: All men do walk in sleep, and all Have faith in that they dream : For all things are as they seem to all, And all things flow like a stream. Ol p€OVT€$. January Twenty-sixth Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood. That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete. In Memoriam. [i4] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON January Twenty-seventh O lift your natures up : Embrace our aims: work out your freedom. The Princess. January Twenty-eighth He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, He would not make his judgment blind, He faced the spectres of the mind And laid them: thus he came at length To find a stronger faith his own; And Power was with him in the night, Which makes the darkness and the light, And dwells not in the light alone. In Memoriam. January Twenty-ninth More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day, For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. Morte d' Arthur. [15] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON WFW WK yf^yp: v^y y^v y*v y^c v^ y?v >?* >$»? >^ v^: >^ v;x yx January Thirtieth Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud ; Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. Enid. January Thirty-first Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown ; With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands ; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands ; For man is man and master of his fate. Enid. [16] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON VJ^-^TJsrT?^ yfK >^ y$K y^y^T^ >|*C ~jQ* >^ >^ ^ X*v X*x x*x FEBRUARY February First Make thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. St. Agnes' Eve. February Second Beauty, Good, and Knowledge, are three sisters That doat upon each other, friends to man, Living together under the same roof, And never can be sunder'd without tears. And he that shuts Love out, in turn shall be Shut out from Love, and on her threshold lie Howling in outer darkness. Not for this Was common clay ta'en from the common earth, Moulded by God, and tempered with the tears Of angels to the perfect shape of man. To (The Palace of Art). [17] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON February Third Love, . . . must needs be true, To what is loveliest upon earth. Mariana in the South. February Fourth Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. Locksley Hall. February Fifth Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, From yon blue heavens above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. Lady Clara Vere de Vere. [18] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON February Sixth I cannot love thee as I ought, For love reflects the thing beloved; My words are only words, and moved Upon the topmost froth of thought. In Memoriam. February Seventh Smiling, frowning, evermore, Thou art perfect in love-lore. Revealings deep and clear are thine Of wealthy smiles: but who may know Whether smile or frown be fleeter? Whether smile or frown be sweeter, Who may know? Early Poems. February Eighth I would I were an armed knight, Far famed for well-won enterprise, And wearing on my swarthy brows The garland of newly-wreathed emprise ; For in a moment I would pierce The blackest files of clanging fight, And strongly strike to left and right, In dreaming of my lady's eyes. Kate. [19] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON February Ninth "Were there nothing else For which to praise the heavens but only love, That only love were cause enough for praise." The Gardener's Daughter, February Tenth Let the sweet heavens endure, Not close and darken above me, Before I am quite, quite sure That there is one to love me. Maud. February Eleventh All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth; For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth. The Bay-Dream. February Twelfth All the inner, all the outer world of pain Clear Love would pierce and cleave, if thou wert mine, As I have heard that, somewhere in the main, Fresh-water springs come up through bitter brine. Sonnets. [20] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON February Thirteenth Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers, Whose loves in higher love endure; What souls possess themselves so pure, Or is there blessedness like theirs? In Memoriam. February Fourteenth In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers: Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all. Vivien. February Fifteenth Live — yet live — Shall sharpest pathos blight us, knowing all Life needs for life is possible to will — Live happy ; tend thy flowers ; be tended by My blessing! Should my Shadow cross thy thoughts Too sadly for their peace, remand it thou For calmer hours to Memory's darkest hold, If not to be forgotten — not at once — Not all forgotten., Love and Duty. [21] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON February Sixteenth Love that hath us in the net, Can he pass, and we forget? Many suns arise and set. Many a chance the years beget. Love the gift is Love the debt. Even so. The Miller's Daughter. February Seventeenth Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who look'd all native to her place, and yet On tiptoe seem'd to touch upon a sphere Too gross to tread, and all male minds perforce Sway'd to her from their orbits as they moved, And girdled her with music. The Princess. February Eighteenth He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair ; He loves me for my own true worth. Lady Clare. [22] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON February Nineteenth True love interprets right alone. The Miller's Daughter. February Twentieth I spoke to her, Requiring, tho' I knew it was mine own, Yet for the pleasure that I took to hear, Requiring at her hand the greatest gift, A woman's heart, the heart of her I loved; And in that time and place she answered me, And in the compass of three little words, More musical than ever came in one, The silver fragments of a broken voice, Made me most happy, faltering, "I am thine." The Gardener's Daughter, February Twenty-first Henceforth thou hast a helper, me, that know The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together, dwarf 'd or godlike, bond or free: For she that out of Lethe scales with man The shining steps of Nature, shares with man His nights, his days, moves with him to one goal, Stays all the fair young planet in her hands — If she be small, slight-natured, miserable, How shall men grow? The Princess. [23] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON February Twenty-second The path of duty was the way to glory: He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Ode on the Death of The Duke of Wellington. February Twenty-third O we will walk this world, Yoked in all exercise of noble end, And so thro' those dark gates across the wild That no man knows. The Princess. February Twenty-fourth I know that this was Life, — the track Whereon with equal feet we fared; And then, as now, the day prepared The daily burden for the back. But this it was that made me move As light as carrier-birds in air; I loved the weight I had to bear, Because it needed help of Love. In Memoriam. FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON February Twenty-fifth But am I net the nobler thro' thy love? O three times less unworthy ! likewise thou Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy years. Love and Duty. February Twenty-sixth The tiny-trumpeting gnat can break our dream When sweetest ; and the vermin voices here May buzz so loud — we scorn them, but they sting. Elaine. February Twenty-seventh We fell out, my wife and I, And kiss'd again with tears : And blessings on the falling-out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love, And kiss again with tears ! The Princess. February Twenty-eighth God bless thee, dear With blessings beyond hope or thought, With blessings which no word can find. The Miller's Daughter. [25] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON February Twenty-ninth What time the mighty moon was gathering light Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise, And all about him roll'd his lustrous eyes. When, turning round a cassia, full in view Death, walking all alone beneath a yew, And talking to himself, first met his sight: "You must begone," said Death, "these walks are mine." Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight; Yet ere he parted said, "This hour is thine: Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath, So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death ; The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall, But I shall reign forever over all." Love and Death. [26] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON MARCH March First The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Morte d? Arthur. March Second Earth is dry to the centre, But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round and round, Through and through, Here and there, Till the air And the ground Shall be filled with life anew. Nothing Will Die. [27] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON T^y^yfKT/^y^y^y^y^y^y^yfK >?* yjv v?* vy* v** x*x **x March Third A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair. A Dream of Fair Women. March Fourth From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise. Maud. March Fifth So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true? In Memoriam. March Sixth The world is somewhat; it goes on somehow; But what is the meaning of then' and now? I feel there is something; but how and what? I know there is somewhat; but what and why? I cannot tell if that somewhat be I. The "How" and the "Why." [28] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON March Seventh "A thousand voices go To North, South, East, and West; They leave the heights and are troubled, And moan and sink to their rest. "The fields are fair beside them, The chestnut towers in his bloom; But they — they feel the desire of the deep — Fall, and follow their doom." The Voice and the Peak. March Eighth 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 To shape and use. In Memoriam. March Ninth Live on, God love us, as if the seedsman, rapt Upon the teeming harvest, should not dip His hand into the bag: but well I know That unto him who works, and feels he works, This same grand year is ever at the doors. The Golden Year, [29] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON March Tenth It is better to fight for the good, than to rail at the ill; I have felt with my native land, I am one with my kind, I embrace the purpose of God, and the doom assign'd. Maud. March Eleventh Shall we not look into the laws Of life and death, and things that seem, And things that be, and analyze Our double nature, and compare All creeds till we have found the one, If one there be? Supposed Confessions. March Twelfth Now fades the last long streak of snow, Now burgeons every maze of quick About the flowering squares, and thick By ashen roots the violets blow. Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drown'd in yonder living blue The lark becomes a sightless song. In Memoriam. [30] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON >^7^>^r y(< y$K 7F 7^y^y^y^y^y^y^yp:y^v^ v& >K March Thirteenth For who can always act? but he, To whom a thousand memories call, Not being less but more than all The gentleness he seem'd to be. In Memoriam. March Fourteenth Others' follies teach us not, Nor much their wisdom teaches ; And most, of sterling worth, is what Our own experience preaches. Will Waterproofs Lyrical Monologue, March Fifteenth Make knowledge circle with the winds; But let her herald, Reverence, fly Before her to whatever sky Bear seed of men and growth of minds. 'Love Thou Thy Land: 9 Si March Sixteenth Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods. Ulysses. [31] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON March Seventeenth Manners are not idle, but the fruit Of loyal nature and of noble mind. Guinevere. March Eighteenth Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reap- ing something new: That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do. Locksley Hall. March Nineteenth Deliver not the tasks of might To weakness, neither hide the ray From those, not blind, who wait for day, Tho' sitting girt with doubtful light. "Love Thou Thy Land." March Twentieth Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers and he bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience, moving toward the still- ness of his rest. Locksley Hall. [32] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON March Twenty-first What good should follow this, if this were done? What harm, undone? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were.it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself? Morte d* Arthur. March Twenty-second Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power, (power of herself Would come uncall'd for,) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence. (Enone. March Twenty-third Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Ulysses. [38] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON yj^yfrf^y^y^y^y^y^y^ y^y^yfi. x*x ^\ ^\ /^y^ry^: March Twenty-fourth Thou who stealest fire, From the fountains of the past, To glorify the present; oh, haste, Visit my low desire! Strengthen me, enlighten me! I faint in this obscurity, Thou dewy dawn of memory. Ode to Memory. March Twenty-fifth Who can say Why To-day To-morrow will be yesterday? Who can tell Why to smell The violet, recalls the dewy prime Of youth and buried time? The cause is nowhere found in rhyme. Song. March Twenty-sixth Mine be the Power which ever to its sway Will win the wise at once, and by degrees May into uncongenial spirits flow; Even as the great gulfstream of Florida Floats far away into the Northern seas The lavish growths of southern Mexico. Sonnet. [84] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON March Twenty-seventh Lo ! in the middle of the wood, The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud With winds upon the branch, and there Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep'd at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed ; and. turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air. The Lotos-Eaters. March Twenty-eighth From the woods Came voices of the well-contented doves. The lark could scarce get out his notes for joy, But shook his song together as he near'd His happy home, the ground. To left and right, The cuckoo told his name to all the hills. The Gardener's Daughter. March Twenty-ninth At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, "Is there any hope?" To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn. The Vision of Ski. [35] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON March Thirtieth Live a life of truest breath, And teach true life to fight with mortal wrongs. Maud. March Thirty-first For the drift of the Maker is dark, an Isis hid by the veil. Who knows the ways of the world, how God will bring them about? Our planet is one, the suns are many, the world is wide. Shall I weep if a Poland fall? shall I shriek if a Hungary fail? Or an infant civilization be ruled with rod or with knout? I have not made the world, and He that made it will guide. Maud. [36] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON APRIL April First Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of Thee, And Thou, O Lord, art more than they. In Memoriam, April Second Like souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain Came in a sunlit fall of rain. In crystal vapour everywhere Blue isles of heaven laugh'd between, And, far in forest-deeps unseen, The topmost elm-tree gather'd green From draughts of balmy air. Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere. [37] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON April Third And I must work thro' months of toil, And years of cultivation, Upon my proper patch of soil To grow my own plantation. I'll take the showers as they fall, I will not vex my bosom: Enough if at the end of all A little garden blossom. Amphion. April Fourth Bring orchis, bring the foxglove spire, The little speedwell's darling blue, Deep tulips dash'd with fiery dew, Laburnums, dropping-wells of fire. In Memoriam. April Fifth "Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love." True: Love, tho' Love were of the grossest, carves A portion from the solid present, eats And uses, careless of the rest ; but Fame, The Fame that follows death is nothing to us ; And what is Fame in life but half-disfame, And counterchanged with darkness? Vivien. [38] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON y^y^y^y^y^ *t< w *s< w W >i* W W W W W y^yf^ April Sixth I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone. Ulysses. April Seventh This truth within thy mind rehearse, That, in a boundless universe, Is boundless better, boundless worse. Two Voices. April Eighth Take warning! he that will not sing While yon sun prospers in the blue, Shall sing for want, ere leaves are new, Caught in the frozen palms of Spring. The Blackbird. April Ninth The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remember to have been Joyful and free from blame. A Dream of Fair Women. [39] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON April Tenth "Hear how the bushes echo ! by my life, These birds have joyful thoughts. Think you they sing Like poets, from the vanity of song? Or have they any sense of why they sing? And would they praise the heavens for what they have?" The Gardener's Daughter. April Eleventh We pass: the path that each man trod Is dim, or will be dim, with weeds: What fame is left for human deeds In endless age? It rests with God. O hollow wraith of dying fame, Fade wholly, while the soul exults, And self-infolds the large results Of force that would have forged a name. In Memoriam. April Twelfth Might I dread that you, With only Fame for spouse and your great deeds For issue, yet may live in vain, and miss, Meanwhile, what every woman counts her due, Love, children, happiness? The Princess. [40] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON April Thirteenth I wonder'd, while I paced along: The woods were fill'd so full with song. There seem'd no room for sense of wrong. So variously seem'd all things wrought, I marvell'd how the mind was brought To anchor by one gloomy thought. The Two Voices. April Fourteenth Thy smile and frown are not aloof From one another, Each to each is dearest brother; Hues of the silken sheeny woof Momently shot into each other. Madeline, April Fifteenth A still small voice spake unto me, "Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?" Then to the still small voice I said, "Let me not cast in endless shade What is so wonderfully made." The Two Voices. [41] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON April, Sixteenth Rise, happy morn, rise, holy morn, Draw forth the cheerful day from night: Father, touch the east, and light The light that shone when Hope was born. In Memoriam. April Seventeenth 1 muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odours haunt my dreams. Sir Galahad. April Eighteenth Great deeds cannot die; They with the sun and moon renew their light, For ever blessing those that look on them. The Princess. April Nineteenth Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Lochsley Hall. [42] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON April Twentieth Like men, like manners : like breeds like, they say. Kind nature is the best: those manners next That fit us like a nature second-hand; Which are indeed the manners of the great. Walking to the Mail, April Twenty-first Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is. "Flower in the Crannied Wall. 11 April Twenty-second Is it, then, regret for buried time 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, The life re-orient out of dust, Cry thro' the sense to hearten trust In that which made the world so fair. In Memoriam. [43] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON 7$rw. w viv v;v 7^7^71* y^yf^y^ v^: >^ >k ^t^: ^?^ April Twenty-third What delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps? In Memoriam. April Twenty-fourth Ay me! I fear All may not doubt, but everywhere Some must clasp Idols. Yet, my God, Whom call I Idol? Let thy dove Shadow me over, and my sins Be unremembered, and thy love Enlighten me. Supposed Confessions. April Twenty-fifth A million emeralds break from the ruby-budded lime In the little grove where I sit — ah, wherefore cannot I be Like things of the season gay, like the bounti- ful season bland, When the far-off sail is blown by the breeze of a softer clime, Half-lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea, The silent sapphire-spangled marriage ring of the land? Maud. [44] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON April Twenty-sixth But any man that walks the mead In bud or blade, or bloom may find, According as his humors lead, A meaning suited to his mind. The Day Dream. April Twenty-seventh Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And Thou hast made him: Thou art just. In Memoriam. April Twenty-eighth In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest. Locksley Hall. April Twenty-ninth In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the bur- nish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. Locksley Hall. [45] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON 'WWWWW 71*7^7^^7$* WW 7$k V(k W TQi. W 'jQi April Thirtieth Yea too, myself from myself I guard, For often a man's own angry pride Is cap and bells for a fool. Maud. "What is it thou knowest, sweet voice?" I cried. "A hidden hope," the voice replied: So heavenly-toned, that in that hour From out my sullen heart a power Broke, like the rainbow from the shower, To feel, altho' no tongue can proVe, That every cloud, that spreads above And veileth love, itself is love. The Two Voices. [46] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON 7F.yF7?F; >*y v^ yf^r^y^yfrw^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^ MAY May First All the land in flowery squares, Beneath a broad and equal-blowing wind, Smelt of the coming summer, as one large cloud Drew downward: but all else of Heaven was pure Up to the Sun, and May from verge to verge, And May with me from head to heel. The Gardener's Daughter. May Second The world will not believe a man repents: And this wise world of ours is mainly right. Full seldom does a man repent, or use Both grace and will to pick the vicious quitch Of blood and custom wholly out of him, And make all clean, and plant himself afresh. Enid. [47] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON May Third For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon. The Two Voices. May Fourth Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more. Locksley Hall. May Fifth Ah! yet, tho' all the world forsake, Tho' fortune clip my wings, I will not cramp my heart, nor take Half-views of men and things. Will Waterproofs Lyrical Monologue. May Sixth His work is done. But while the races of mankind endure, Let his great example stand Colossal, seen of every land, And keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure. Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. [48] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON May Seventh I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. In Memoriam. May Eighth Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye ; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blow- ing Over the sky. One after another the white clouds are fleeting; Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating Full merrily. All Things Will Die. May Ninth Two children in two neighbour villages Playing mad pranks along the heathy leas; Two strangers meeting at a festival; Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall; Two lives bound fast in one with golden ease; Two graves grass-green beside a gray church- tower, Wash'd with still rains and daisy-blossomed; Two children in one hamlet born and bred; So runs the round of life from hour to hour. Circumstance. [49] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON May Tenth All experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. Ulysses. May Eleventh He that wrongs his friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar, ever condemn'd: And that drags down his life. Sea Dreams. May Twelfth Whither away, whither away, whither away? fly no more. Whither away from the high green field, and the happy blossoming shore? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls ; Down shower the gambolling waterfalls From wandering over the lea: Out of the live-green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery-crimson shells, And thick with white bells the clover-hill swells High over the full-toned sea. The Sea Fairies. [50] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON y^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^yiK y^y^y^T^y^y^y^y^ May Thirteenth How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Ulysses. May Fourteenth Thank Him who isled us here, and roughly set His Saxon in blown seas and storming showers, We have a voice, with which to pay the debt Of boundless love and reverence and regret To those great men who fought, and kept it ours. Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. May Fifteenth Thine island loves thee well. So great a soldier taught us there, What long-enduring hearts could do In that world's-earthquake, Waterloo! Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. May Sixteenth The past will always win A glory from its being far; And orb into the perfect star We saw not, when we moved therein. In Memoriam. [51] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON May Seventeenth My own dim life should teach me this, That life shall live for evermore, Else earth is darkness at the core, And dust and ashes all that is. In Memoriam. May Eighteenth All things serve their time Toward that great year of equal mights and rights, Nor would I fight with iron laws, in the end Found golden: let the past be past. The Princess. May Nineteenth A love still burning upward, giving light To read those laws ; an accent very low In blandishment, but a most silver flow Of subtle-paced counsel in distress, Right to the heart and brain, tho' undescried, Winning its way with extreme gentleness Thro' all the outworks of suspicious pride ; A courage to endure and to obey ; A hate of gossip parlance, and of sway, Crown'd Isabel, thro' all her placid life, The queen of marriage, a most perfect wife. Isabel. [58] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON May Twentieth Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay. The Princess. May Twenty-first May you rule us long, And leave us rulers of your blood As noble till the latest day ! May children of our children say, She wrought her people lasting good. To the Queen. May Twenty-second Would that my gloomed fancy were As thine, my mother, when with brows Propped on thy knees, my hands upheld In thine, I listened to thy vows, For me outpoured in holiest prayer — For me unworthy ! — and beheld Thy mild deep eyes upraised, that knew The beauty and repose of faith, And the clear spirit shining through. Oh! wherefore do we grow awry — From roots which strike so deep? Supposed Confessions. [S3] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON May Twenty-third If you fear Cast all your cares on God ; that anchor holds. Enoch Arden. May Twenty-fourth Fair year, with brows of royal love Thou comest, as a king. All in the bloomed May. Thy golden largess fling, And longer hear us sing; Though thou art fleet of wing, Yet stay. Alas ! that eyes so full of light Should be so wandering! Song. May Twenty-fifth All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. The Lotos-Eaters. May Twenty-sixth Be comforted: Sweet it is to have done the thing one ought, When fall'n in darker ways. The Princess. [54] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON May Twenty-seventh And we with singing cheer'd the way, And, crown'd with all the season lent, From April on to April went, And glad at heart from May to May. In Memoriam. May Twenty-eighth The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee, The snake slipt under a spray, The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak, And stared, with his foot on the prey, And the nightingale thought, "I have sung many songs, But never a one so gay, For he sings of what the world will be When the years have died away." The Poet's Song. May Twenty-ninth "O eyes long laid in happy sleep!" "O happy sleep, that lightly fled !" "O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep!" "O love, thy kiss would wake the dead !" And o'er them many a flowing range Of vapour buoy'd the crescent-bark, And, rapt thro' many a rosy change, The twilight died into the dark. The Bay-Bream. [55] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON May Thirtieth Thy leaf has perish'd in the green, And, while we breathe beneath the sun, The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been. So here shall silence guard thy fame; But somewhere, out of human view, Whate'er thy hands are set to do Is wrought with tumult of acclaim. In Memoriam. May Thirty-first I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things. In Memoriam, [56] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON JUNE June First 111 for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will, And ever weaker grows thro' acted crime, Or seeming-genial venial fault, Recurring and suggesting still! He seems as one whose footsteps halt, Toiling in immeasurable sand, And o'er a weary sultry land, Far beneath a blazing vault, Sown in a wrinkle of the monstrous hill, The city sparkles like a grain of salt. Will June Second I said, "The years with change advance: If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance." The Two Voices. [57] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON '^r^sr^\ y(K y*v y^y^y^ y±\ y^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^K June Third Have I not found a happy earth? I least should breathe a thought of pain; Would God renew me from my birth I'd almost live my life again. The Miller's Daughter. June Fourth This fine old world of ours is but a child Yet in the go-cart. Patience! give it time To learn its limbs : there is a Hand that guides. The Princess. June Fifth Every day hath its night: Every night its morn: Thorough dark and bright Winged hours are borne ; Ah! welaway! Seasons flower and fade ; Golden calm and storm Mingle day by day. There is no bright form Doth not cast a shade — Ah! welaway! Song. [58] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON June Sixth And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thought. In Memoriam. June Seventh I wonder'd at the bounteous hours, The slow result of winter showers : You scarce could see the grass for flowers. The Two Voices. June Eighth But you have made the wiser choice, A life that moves to gracious ends Thro' troops of unrecording friends, A deedful life, a silent voice. To June Ninth Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds. In Memoriam, [59] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON June Tenth No rock so hard but that a little wave May beat admission in a thousand years. The Princess. June Eleventh I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. In Memoriam. June Twelfth Sometimes the linnet piped his song: Sometimes the throstle whistled strong: Sometimes the sparhawk, whcel'd along, Hush'd all the groves from fear of wrong ; By grassy capes with fuller sound In curves the yellowish river ran, And drooping chestnut-buds began To spread into the perfect fan, Above the teeming ground. Sir Launcelot^and Queen Guinevere. [60] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON June Thirteenth I will not shut me from my kind, And, lest I stiffen into stone, I will not eat my heart alone, Nor feed with sighs a passing wind. In Memoriam. June Fourteenth A wind to puff your idol-fires, And heap their ashes on the head; To shame the boast so often made, That we are wiser than our sires. "Love Thou Thy Land" June Fifteenth I made them lay their hands in mine and swear To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrongs, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her. Guinevere. [61] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON June Sixteenth But were I loved, as I desire to be, What is there in the great sphere of the earth, And range of evil between death and birth, That I should fear, — if I were loved by thee? Sonnets. June Seventeenth Two heads in council, two beside the hearth, Two in the tangled business of the world, Two in the liberal offices of life. Tlie Princess. June Eighteenth Each by turns was guide to each, And Fancy light from Fancy caught, And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought, Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech. In Memoriam. June Nineteenth Nor stranger seem'd that hearts So gentle, so employ'd, should close in love, Than when two dewdrops on the petal shake To the same sweet air and tremble deeper down, And slip at once all-fragrant into one. The Princess. [62] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON JWOkWO* Vf* 'A* >4* V^^STT^T^ V?* V|V >|V jQi VjV V|* vp June Twentieth Henceforth, wherever thou may'st roam, My blessing, like a line of light, Is on the waters day and night, And like a beacon guards thee home. In Memoriam. June Twenty-first There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. The Lotos-Eaters. June Twenty-second Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want. The Two Voices. [63] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON syr>yr>?\" v?v wp< y^v y^ v^^v yt< yjofsr^^ y$* y^y^y^: June Twenty-third To-morrow yet would reap to-day, As we bear blossom of the dead ; Earn well the thrifty months, nor wed Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay. "Love Thou Thy Land" June Twenty-fourth The quick lark's closest-carolled strains, The shadow rushing up the sea, The lightning-flash atween the rains, The sunlight driving down the lea, The leaping stream, the very wind, That will not stay, upon his way, To stoop the cowslip to the plains, Is not so clear and bold and free As you, my falcon Rosalind. Rosalind. June Twenty-fifth Love trebled life within me, and with each The year increased. The daughters of the year, One after one, thro' that still garden pass'd : Each garlanded with her peculiar flower Danced into light, and died into the shade. The> Gardener's Daughter. [64] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON June Twenty-sixth Brief is life, but love is long. The Princess. June Twenty-seventh Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife and Queen. To the Queen. June Twenty-eighth Reign thou above the storms of sorrow and ruth That roar beneath ; unshaken peace hath won thee : So shalt thou pierce the woven glooms of truth ; So shall the blessing of the meek be on thee; So in thine hour of dawn, the body's youth, An honourable eld shall come upon thee. Sonnet. June Twenty-ninth Cry, faint not: either Truth is born Beyond the polar gleam forlorn, Or in the gateways of the morn. The Two Voices. [65] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON June Thirtieth living will that shall endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust A voice as unto him that hears, A cry above the conquer'd years To one that with us works, and trust, With faith that comes of self-control, The truths that never can be proved Until we close with all we loved, And all we flow from, soul in soul. In Memoriam. [66] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON JULY July First "All the years invent ; Each month is various to present The world with some development. "Were this not well, to bide mine hour, Tho' watching from a ruin'd tower How grows the day of human power ?" The Two Voices. July Second When will the hundred summers die, And thought and time be born again, And newer knowledge, drawing nigh, Bring truth that sways the soul of men? Here all things in their place remain, As all were order'd, ages since. Come, Care and Pleasure, Hope and Pain, And bring the fated fairy Prince. The Day-Dream. [67] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON July Third And brushing ankle-deep in flowers, We heard behind the woodbine veil The milk that bubbled in the pail, And buzzings of the honeyed hours. In Memoriam. July Fourth Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand, Like some of the simple great ones gone For ever and ever by, One still strong man in a blatant land, Whatever they call him, what care I, Aristocrat, democrat, autocrat — one Who can rule and dare not lie. Maud. July Fifth Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth ! Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule! Cursed be the gold that gilds the straiten'd forehead of the fool ! Locksley Hall. [68] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON July Sixth The violet varies from the lily as far As oak from elm: one loves the soldier, one The silken priest of peace, one this, one that, And some unworthily. The Princess. July Seventh Think you this mould of hopes and fears Could find no statelier than his peers In yonder hundred million spheres? The Two Voices. July Eighth Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood thou; Our wills are ours, we know not how ; Our wills are ours, to make them Thine. In Memoriam. July Ninth Forgive ! How many will say, "forgive," and find A sort of absolution in the sound To hate a little longer ! No ; the sin That neither God nor man can well forgive, Hypocrisy, I saw it in him at once. Sea Dreams. [69] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON July Tenth Why the life goes when the blood is spilt? What the life is? where the soul may lie? Why a church is with a steeple built; And a house with a chimney pot? Who will riddle me the how and the what? Who will riddle me the what and the why? The "How" and the "Why." July Eleventh "If all be dark, vague voice," I said, "These things are wrapt in doubt and dread, Nor canst thou show the dead are dead. "The sap dries up: the plant declines. A deeper tale my heart divines." The Two Voices. July Twelfth If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice "believe no more" And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd "I have felt." In Memoriam. [70] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON y^y^r^y^y^y^y^r^y^y^y^y^K^K yfKy^y^y^y^: July Thirteenth Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. The Princess. July Fourteenth Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. "Break, break, break" July Fifteenth All is change, woe or weal ; Joy is Sorrow's brother; Grief and gladness steal Symbols of each other: Ah! welaway! Larks in heaven's cope Sing : the culvers mourn All the livelong day. Be not all forlorn: Let us weep in hope — Ah! welaway! Song, [71] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON tf vk > ?* w viv viv vix a* W w w y^ w y^y^y^ ^^ July Sixteenth O joy to him in this retreat, Immantled in ambrosial dark, To drink the cooler air, and mark The landscape winking through the heat. In Memoriam. July Seventeenth Watch what main-currents draw the years: Cut Prejudice against the grain: But gentle words are always gain : Regard the weakness of thy peers. "Love Thou Thy Land" July Eighteenth The dim red morn had died, her journey done, And with dead lips smiled at the twilight plain, Half-fall'n across the threshold of the sun, Never to rise again. A Dream of Fair Women. July Nineteenth Break, break break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. "Break, break, break." [72] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON July Twentieth Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain. Elame. July Twenty-first Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it In sound of funeral or of marriage bells; And, sitting muffled in dark leaves, you hear The windy clanging of the minster clock; Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass, wash'd by a slow broad stream, That, stirr'd with languid pulses of the oar, Waves all its lazy lilies, and creeps on, Barge-laden, to three arches of a bridge Crown'd with the minster-towers. The Gardener's Daughter. July Twenty-second Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. Maud. [73] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON ^yf^r^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^ y^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^: July Twenty-third 'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise. In Memoriam. July Twenty-fourth Love is hurt with jar and fret. Love is made a vague regret. The Miller's Daughter. July Twenty-fifth The little rift within the lover's lute, Or little pitted speck in garner'd fruit, That rotting inward slowly moulders all. Vivien. July Twenty-sixth Ah, what shall I be at fifty Should Nature keep me alive, If I find the world so bitter When I am but twenty-five? Yet, if she were not a cheat, If Maud were all that she seem'd, And her smile were all that I dream'd, Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet. Maud. [74] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON July Twenty-seventh Love unreturned is like the fragrant flame Folding the slaughter of the sacrifice Offered to gods upon an altarthrone. To . July Twenty-eighth Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board: no helmsman steers: I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision! blood of God! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. Sir Galahad, July Twenty-ninth And all is well, tho' faith and form Be sunder'd in the night of fear; Well roars the storm to those that hear A deeper voice across the storm. In Memoriam. [75] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON July Thirtieth Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea. Crossing the Bar. July Thirty-first Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark ; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. Crossing the Bar. [76] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON 7^y^v^'j^K/^K}^K'j^K 7^?^ y& tqk t^k vj< y^ v?»c vj< yp. vj* AUGUST August First The varying year with blade and sheaf Clothes and reclothes the happy plains; Here rests the sap within the leaf, Here stays the blood along the veins. The Day-Dream. August Second Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove ; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made. In Memoriam. [77] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON August Third Not 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. In Memoriam. August Fourth The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West : thro' mountain clefts the dale Was seen far inland, and the yellow down Border'd with palm, and many a winding vale And meadow, set with slender galingale ; A land where all things always seem'd the same ! The Lotos-Eaters. August Fifth Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity. Isabel. August Sixth Comfort her, comfort her, all things good, While I am over the sea! Let me and my passionate love go by, But speak to her all things holy and high, Whatever happen to me! Maud. [78] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON y^y^r^Kyf< >jv y^y^ryfr^K vj* y^y^y^y^: to* >?* >?* >K August Seventh No lapse of moons can canker Love, Whatever fickle tongues may say. In Memoriam. August Eighth On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. The Lady of Shalott. August Ninth Love is and was my King and Lord, And will be, tho' as yet I keep Within his court on earth, and sleep Encompass'd by his faithful guard, And hear at times a sentinel That moves about from place to place, And whispers to the vast of space Among the worlds, that all is well. In Memoriam. [79] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON August Tenth A little hint to solace woe, A hint, a whisper breathing low, "I may not speak of what I know." Like an JEolian harp that wakes No certain air, but overtakes Far thought with music that it makes: Such seem'd the whisper at my side. The Two Voices. August Eleventh My hope and heart is with thee. Sonnet to J. M. K. August Twelfth A crowd of hopes, That sought to sow themselves like winged seeds, Born out of everything I heard and saw, Flutter'd about my senses and my soul ; And vague desires, like fitful blasts of balm To one that travels quickly, made the air Of Life delicious, and all kinds of thought, That verged upon them, sweeter than the dream Dream'd by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening, to his bridal morn. The Gardener's Daughter. [80] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON August Thirteenth I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. The Brook. August Fourteenth And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! "Break, break, break.' 9 August Fifteenth Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace: Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. To J. S. August Sixteenth Forgive my grief for one removed, Thy creature, whom I found so fair. I trust he lives in thee, and there I find him worthier to be loved. In Memoriam. [81] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON y^y^y^y^: v?< y^ y^ >?^ vjy v^v^. tqk vf< v?v vp y*v v^ vj< August Seventeenth Gfod gives us love. Something to love He lends us ; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone. To J. S. August Eighteenth That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common ! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break. In Memoriam. August Nineteenth Be mine a philosopher's life in the quiet wood- land ways, Where if I cannot be gay let a passionless peace be my lot. Maud. August Twentieth I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most ; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. In Memoriam. [82] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON WzyFy^TFTFW yi< vim* v^ w y^. >?* vjv y;v v^tf^ August Twenty-first See what a lovely shell, Small and pure as a pearl, Lying close to my foot, Frail, but a work divine, Made so fairily well With delicate spire and whorl, How exquisitely minute, A miracle of design! Maud. August Twenty-second God fulfils Himself in many ways. Movie a" Arthur. August Twenty-third A grief not uninformed, and dull, Hearted with hope, of hope as full As is the blood with life, or night And a dark cloud with rich moonlight. To stand beside a grave, and see The red small atoms wherewith we Are built, and smile in calm, and say — "These little motes and grains shall be Clothed on with immortality More glorious than the noon of day." Supposed Confessions. [83] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON August Twenty-fourth Love reflects the thing beloved. In Memoriam. August Twenty-fifth 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet ; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings ; In a moment we shall meet ; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings. Maud. August Twenty-sixth To Sleep I give my powers away; My will is bondsman to the dark ; I sit within a helmless bark, And with my heart I muse and say: O heart, how fares it with thee now, That thou should'st fail from thy desire, Who scarcely darest to inquire, "What is it makes me beat so low?" In Memoriam. [84] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON August Twenty-seventh In thy wisdom make me wise. In Memoriam. August Twenty-eighth What profit lies in barren faith And vacant yearning, tho' with might To scale the heaven's highest height, Or dive below the wells of Death? In Memoriam. August Twenty-ninth It is man's privilege to doubt, If so be that from doubt at length, Truth may stand forth unmoved of change. Supposed Confessions. August Thirtieth A second voice was at mine ear, A little whisper silver-clear, A murmur, "Be of better cheer." As from some blissful neighbourhood A notice faintly understood, "I see the end, and know the good." The Two Voices. [85] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON August Thirty-first The bulrush nods unto its brother, The wheatears whisper to each other: What is it they say? What do they there? Why two and two make four? Why round is not square? Why the rock stands still, and the light clouds fly? Why the heavy oak groans, and the white wil- lows sigh? Why deep is not high, and high is not deep? Whether we wake, or whether we sleep? Whether we sleep, or whether we die? How you are you ? Why I am I ? Who will riddle me the how and the why? The "How" and the "Why." [86] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON SEPTEMBER September First O sound to rout the brood of cares, The sweep of scythe in morning dew, The gust that round the garden flew, And tumbled half the mellowing pears! In Memoriam. September Second Though Night hath climbed her peak of high- est noon, And bitter blasts the screaming autumn whirl, All night through archways of the bridged pearl, And portals of pure silver walks the moon. Walk on, my soul, nor crouch to agony, Turn cloud to light, and bitterness to joy, And dross to gold with glorious alchemy, Basing thy throne above the world's annoy. Sonnet, [87] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON y^y^ypK hv vfi vjv y« y^. v$»c y^c y^'^y^y^ vp. v?* w W September Third 'Twere better not to breathe or speak, Than cry for strength, remaining weak, And seem to find, but still to seek. Moreover, but to seem to find Asks what thou lackest, thought resign'd, A healthy frame, a quiet mind. The Two Voices. September Fourth Hold thou the good: define it well. In Memoriam. September Fifth Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn, In darkness weeps, as all ashamed to weep, Because the earth hath made her state forlorn With self-wrought evils of unnumbered years, And doth the fruit of her dishonour reap. And all the day heaven gathers back her tears Into her own blue eyes so clear and deep, And showering down the glory of lightsome day, Smiles on the earth's worn brow to win her if she may. The Tears of Heaven. [88] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON T^y^y^y^y^ y^y^y^y^ >$* y^y^y^i v^ y + v >j< viv v|< September Sixth Lo ! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full- juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days. The Lotos-Eaters, September Seventh Half fearful that, with self at strife I take myself to task; Lest of the fullness of my life I leave an empty flask. Will Waterproofs Monologue. September Eighth My mother pitying made a thousand prayers; My mother was as mild as any saint, Half-canonized by all that look'd on her, So gracious was her tact and tenderness. The Princess. September Ninth Not clinging to some ancient saw; Not master'd by some modern term ; Not swift nor slow to change, but firm And in its season bring the law. "Love Thou Thy Land." [89] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON September Tenth Ev'n now we hear with inward strife A motion toiling in the gloom — The Spirit of the years to come Yearning to mix himself with Life. "Love Thou Thy Land:* September Eleventh Slight, to be crush'd with a tap Of my finger-nail on the sand, Small, but a work divine, Frail, but of force to withstand Year upon year, the shock Of cataract seas that snap The three-decker's oaken spine Athwart the ledges of rock, Here on the Breton strand! Maud. September Twelfth Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle. Happy days Roll onward, leading, up the golden year. The Golden Year. [90] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON >$< >{< y^y^y^y^ >^ y^y^; >jv: >?< >^: v^: v^t^t^t^tft September Thirteenth I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure ! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. Morte d y Arthur. September Fourteenth With earliest light of Spring, And in the glow of sallow Summertide, And in red Autumn when the winds are wild With gambols, and when full-voiced Winter roofs The headlands with inviolate white snow, I play about his heart a thousand ways, Visit his eyes with visions, and his ears With harmonies of wind and wave and wood. Timbuctoo. September Fifteenth The drowsy hours, dispensers of all good, O'er the mute city stole with folded wings, Distilling odours on me as they went To greet their fairer sisters of the East. The Gardener's Daughter. [91] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON >*x /f< y^ wx >pc y$K ypi. w^y^K >J«C VJV VJ«f V^ Vf* >£C VK^>?^ September Sixteenth O, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath not set. Ancient founts of inspiration well thro' all my fancy yet. Locksley Hall. September Seventeenth Leave thou thy sister when she prays, Her early Heaven, her happy views; Nor thou with shadow'd hint confuse A life that leads melodious days. In Memoriam. September Eighteenth Beat, happy stars, timing with things below, Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell, Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe That seems to draw — but it shall not be so: Let all be well, be well. Maud. September Nineteenth All good things have not kept aloof, Nor wandered into other ways ; I have not lacked thy mild reproof, Nor golden largess of thy praise, But life is full of weary days. To . [92] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON y^yfr^y^y^y^y^y^y^r^y^y^ry^y^y^y^y^y^ September Twentieth Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill! Late, late, so late ! but we can enter still. Too late, too late ! ye cannot enter now. No light had we: for that we do repent; And learning this, the bridegroom will relent. Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now. Guinevere. September Twenty-first Lo! I have given thee To understand my presence, and to feel My fulness: I have filled thy lips with power. I have raised thee nigher to the spheres of heaven, Man's first, last home. Timbuctoo. September Twenty-second And thou art worthy ; full of power ; As gentle; liberal-minded, great, Consistent ; wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower. In Memoriam. [93] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON September Twenty-third If time be heavy on your hands, Are there no beggars at your gate, Nor any poor about your lands? Lady Clara Vere de Vere. September Twenty-fourth "O child of man, why muse you here alone Upon the Mountain, on the dreams of old Which filled the earth with passing loveliness, Which flung strange music on the howling winds, And odors rapt from remote Paradise? Thy sense is clogged with dull mortality: Open thine eyes and see." Timbuctoo. September Twenty-fifth He heeded not reviling tones, Nor sold his heart to idle moans, Tho' cursed and scorn'd, and bruised with stones : But looking upward, full of grace, He pray'd, and from a happy place God's glory smote him on the face. The Two Voices. [94] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON September Twenty-sixth Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold. In Memoriam. September Twenty-seventh A fairy shield your Genius made And gave you on your natal day. Your sorrow, only sorrow's shade, Keeps real sorrow far away. Margaret. September Twenty-eighth I will not cease to grasp the hope I hold Of saintdom, and to clamour, mourn and sob, Battering the gates of heaven with storms of prayer, Have mercy, Lord, and take away my sin. St. Simeon Stylites. September Twenty-ninth Few there be So gross of heart who have not felt and known A higher than they see. Timbuctoo. [95] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON V& IQk >FC 7Q* Vfr 7S< 'jQi 'AZ7fr?fr?$Z7F7F7& m *1< ~7F?F- September Thirtieth In vain shalt thou, or any, call The spirits from their golden day, Except, like them, thou too canst say My spirit is at peace with all. They haunt the silence of the breast, Imaginations calm and fair, The memory like a cloudless air, The conscience as a sea at rest: But when the heart is full of din, And doubt beside the portal waits, They can but listen at the gates, And hear the household jar within. In Memoriam. [96] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON OCTOBER October First God bless thee. The Miller's Daughter. October Second O ye, the wise who think, the wise who reign, From growing commerce loose her latest chain, And let the fair white-wing'd peacemaker fly To happy havens under all the sky, And mix the seasons and the golden hours; Till each man find his own in all men's good, And all men work in noble brotherhood — Breaking their mailed fleets and armed towers, And ruling by obeying Nature's powers, And gathering all the fruits of earth, and crown'd with all her flowers. Ode Sung at the Opening of the International Exhibition, 186&. [97] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON October Third How sweet to have a common faith! To hold a common scorn of death! Supposed Confessions. October Fourth The sun, the moon, the Stars, the seas, the hills and the plains — Are not these, O Soul, the vision of Him who reigns ? The Higher Pantheism. October Fifth 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. The Princess. October Sixth Calm and deep peace in this wide air, These leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart, if calm at all, If any calm, a calm despair. In Memoriam. [98] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON October Seventh The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil. The Lotos-Eaters. October Eighth This dull chrysalis Cracks into shining wings, and hope ere death Spreads more and more and more, that God hath now Sponged and made blank of crimeful record all My mortal archives. St. Simeon Stylites. October Ninth Mine be the strength of spirit fierce and free, Like some broad river rushing down alone, With the selfsame impulse wherewith he was thrown From his loud fount upon the echoing lea: — Which with increasing might doth forward flee By town, and tower, and hill, and cape, and isle, And in the middle of the green salt sea Keeps his blue waters fresh for many a mile. Sonnet. [99] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON October Tenth Like mine own life to me thou art, Where Past and Present, wound in one, Do make a garland for the heart. The Miller's Daughter. October Eleventh Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under- world, 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. The Princess. October Twelfth You cast to ground the hope which once was mine; But did the while your harsh decree deplore, Embalming with sweet tears the vacant shrine, My heart, where Hope had been and was no more. So on an oaken sprout A goodly acorn grew; But winds from heaven shook the acorn out, And filled the cup -with dew. Lost Hope, [100] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON 7F'tQ*-WWW>Qi W W TO* W >i* >J* >4* VIV^^^T^T^ October Thirteenth If all was good and fair we met, This earth had been the Paradise. In Memoriam. October Fourteenth Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet. The Higher Pantheism. October Fifteenth Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. The Lady of Shalott. October Sixteenth Shall he for whose applause I strove, I had such reverence for his blame, See with clear eye some hidden shame And I be lessen'd in his love? In Memoriam. [101] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON October Seventeenth Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? The Lotos-Eaters. October Eighteenth Some say this life is pleasant, Some think it speedeth fast: In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. We laugh, we cry, we are born, we die, Who will riddle me the how and the why? The "How" and the "Why." October Nineteenth Can ye take off the sweetness from the flower, The color and the sweetness from the rose, And place them by themselves ; or set apart Their motions and their brightness from the stars, And then point out the flower or the star? Or build a wall betwixt my life and love, And tell me where I am? 'Tis even thus: In that I live I love The Lover's Tale. [102] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON >|x y^r^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^Ky^: >?* vf< 7$\ v*v y£Tv?*: >?* October Twentieth The man should make the hour, not this the man. Queen Mary, Act n, Sc. £. October Twenty-first So much the gathering darkness charm' d : we sat But spoke not, rapt in nameless reverie, Perchance upon the future man: the walls Blacken'd about us, bats wheel'd, and owls whoop'd, And gradually the powers of the night, That range above the region of the wind, Deepening the courts of twilight broke them up Thro' all the silent spaces of the worlds, Beyond all thought into the Heaven of Heavens. The Princess, October Twenty-second There sat the Shadow f ear'd of man ; Who broke our fair companionship, And spread his mantle dark and cold; And wrapt thee formless in the fold, And dull'd the murmur on thy lip; And bore thee where I could not see Nor follow, tho' I walk in haste; And think, that somewhere in the waste The Shadow sits and waits for me. In Memoriam. [103] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON October Twenty-third Love is and was my Lord and King. In Memoriam. October Twenty-fourth "Ah, dearest, if there be A devil in man, there is an angel too, And if he did that wrong you charge him with, His angel broke his heart." Sea Dreams. October Twenty-fifth I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel ; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. In Memoriam. October Twenty-sixth Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. Ulysses. [104] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON October Twenty-seventh My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. Sir Galahad. October Twenty-eighth Because I love I live: whate'er is fountain to the one Is fountain to the other ; and whene'er Our God unknits the riddle of the one, There is no shade or fold of mystery Swathing the other. The Lover's Tale. October Twenty-ninth The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i' the earth so chilly; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. Song. [105] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON October Thirtieth Thy woes are birds of passage, transitory, Thy spirit, circled with a living glory. Sonnet. October Thirty-first Each sun which from the centre flings Grand music and redundant fire, The burning belts, the mighty rings, The murm'rous planets' rolling choir, The globe-filled arch that, cleaving air, Lost in its own effulgence sleeps, The lawless comets as they glare And thunder through the sapphire deeps In wayward strength, are full of strange Astonishment and boundless change. Chorus. [106] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON NOVEMBER November First All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence; ripen, fall and cease. The Lotos-Eaters. November Second A spirit haunts the year's last hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers: To himself he talks; For at eventide, listening earnestly, At his work you may hear him sob and sigh In the walks ; 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. Song. [107] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON November Third Calm is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground. In Memoriam. November Fourth The winds, as at their hour of birth, Leaning upon the winged sea, Breathed low around the rolling earth With mellow preludes, "We are free." We are Free. November Fifth What time I wasted youthful hours, One of the shining winged powers, Show'd me vast cliffs with crown of towers. As towards the gracious light I bow'd, They seem'd high palaces and proud, Hid now and then with sliding cloud. He said, "The labor is not small; Yet winds the pathway free to all: — Take care thou dost not fear to fall !" Stanzas. [108] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON 7^yi< yp; 7$k T^-^pr^T^ W W m A< >^ "^ >^ *** x*x7?*r7?? November Sixth Love the gift is Love the debt. The Miller's Daughter. November Seventh Oh ! sure it is a special care Of God, to fortify from doubt, To arm in proof, and guard about With triple-mailed trust, and clear Delight, the infant's dawning year. Supposed Confessions. November Eighth Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things. Ulysses. November Ninth Fly, happy happy sails and bear the Press ; Fly happy with the mission of the Cross ; Knit land to land, and blowing havenward With silks, and fruits, and spices, clear of toll, Enrich the markets of the golden year. The Golden Year. [109] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON November Tenth But, sir, you know That these two parties still divide the world — Of those that want, and those that have: and still The same old sore breaks out from age to age With much the same result. Walking to the Mail, November Eleventh And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time, Sit side by side, full-summ'd in all their powers, Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be. The Princess. November Twelfth You love, remaining peacefully, To hear the murmur of the strife, But enter not the toil of life. Margaret, November Thirteenth To-night the winds began to rise And roar from yonder dropping day: The last red leaf is whirl'd away, The rooks are blown about the skies. In Memoriam. [110] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON November Fourteenth Again the voice spake unto me: "Thou art so steep'd in misery, Surely 'twere better not to be. "Thine anguish will not let thee sleep, Not any train of reason keep : Thou canst not think, but thou wilt weep." The Two Voices. November Fifteenth Go forth . . . And break thro' all, till one will crown thee king Far in the spiritual city. The Holy Grail. November Sixteenth So know I not when I began to love. This is my sum of knowledge — that my love Grew with myself — say rather, was my growth, My inward sap, the hold I have on earth, My outward circling air wherewith I breathe, Which yet upholds my life, and evermore Is to my daily life and daily death: For how should I have lived and not have loved? The Lover's Tale. [Ill] PROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON November Seventeenth It is not true that second thoughts are best, But first, and third, which are a riper first; Too ripe, too late! they come too late for use. Sea Dreams. November Eighteenth The forest crack'd, the waters curl'd, The cattle huddled on the lea ; And wildly dash'd on tower and tree The sunbeam strikes along the world. In Memoriam. November Nineteenth Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's holy balm; Nor harken what the inner spirit sings, "There is no joy but' calm!" The Lotos-Eaters. [112] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON 70*. w vf y& 74*. y^yfsr^Ky^y^K >?< >?vviv >^ >^ >?* y^y^ November Twentieth Sometimes a little corner shines, As over rainy mist inclines A gleaming crag with belts of pines. The Two Voices. November Twenty-first The tiny cell is forlorn, Void of the little living will That made it stir on the shore. Did he stand at the diamond door Of his house in a rainbow frill ? Did he push, when he was uncurl'd, A golden foot or a fairy horn Thro' his dim water-world? Maud. November Twenty-second They said that Love would die when Hope was gone, And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope; At last she sought out Memory, and they trod The same old paths where Love had walk'd with Hope And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears. The Lover's Tale. [113] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON November Twenty-third We sleep and wake and sleep, but all things move. The Golden Year. November Twenty-fourth Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. A Farewell. November Twenty-fifth A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee; Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. Maud. November Twenty-sixth Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side? Is there no baseness we would hide? No inner vileness 'that we dread? In Memoriam, en*] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON November Twenty-seventh There's somewhat in this world amiss Shall be unriddled by and by. The Miller's Daughter. November Twenty-eighth And the parson made it his text that week, and he said likewise, That a lie which is half a truth is ever the black- est of lies, That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight. The Grandmother's Apology. November Twenty-ninth Where she, who kept a tender Christian hope Haunting a holy text, and still to that Returning, as the bird returns, at night, "Let not the sun go down upon your wrath," Said, "Love, forgive him:" but he did not speak ; And silenced by that silence lay the wife, Remembering our dear Lord who died for all, And musing on the little lives of men, And how they mar this little by their feuds. Sea Dreams. [115] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON November Thirtieth How should Earthly measure mete The Heavenly-unmeasured or unlimited Love, Who scarce can tune his high majestic sense Unto the thunder-song that wheels the spheres, Scarce living in the iEolian harmony, And flowing odor of the spacious air, Scarce housed within the circle of this Earth, Be cabin'd up in words and syllables, Which pass with that which breathes them? Sooner Earth Might go round Heaven, and the straight girth of Time Inswathe the fulness of Eternity, Than language grasp the infinite of Love. The Lover's Tale. [116] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON DECEMBER December First Doubt and Death, 111 brethren, let the fancy fly From belt to belt of crimson seas On leagues of odour streaming far, To where in yonder orient star A hundred spirits whisper "Peace." In Memoriam. December Second Nothing will die; All things will change Through eternity. 'Tis the world's winter; Autumn and summer Are gone long ago. Nothing Will Die. [117] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON vs^y^yp: y^ y& yfry^y^y^. y^y^y^y^y^y^yj^ t^tk December Third Do we move ourselves, or are moved by an un- seen hand at a game That pushes us off from the board, and others ever succeed? Maud. December Fourth For me, I thank the saints, I am not great. For if there ever come a grief to me I cry my cry in silence, and have done: None knows it, and my tears have brought me good: But even were the griefs of little ones As great as those of great ones, yet this grief Is added to the griefs the great must bear, That howsoever much they may desire Silence, they cannot weep behind a cloud. Guinevere. December Fifth O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves, By taking true for false, or false for true; Here, thro' the feeble twilight of this world Groping, how many, until we pass and reach That other, where we see as we are seen! Enid. [118] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON December Sixth The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Ulysses. December Seventh Bring in great logs and let them lie, To make a solid core of heat; Be cheerful-minded, talk and treat Of all things ev'n as he were by. In Memoriam. December Eighth Thy voice is on the rolling air ; I hear thee where the waters run ; Thou standest in the rising sun, And in the setting thou art fair. In Memoriam. December Ninth "Have faith, have faith! We live by faith," said he; "And all things work together for the good." Sea Dreams. [119] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON December Tenth You are the evening star, alway Remaining betwixt dark and bright. Margaret. December Eleventh Look thro' mine eyes with thine. True wife, Round my true heart thine arms entwine ; My other dearer life in life, Look thro' my very soul with thine! LTntouch'd with any shade of years, May those kind eyes for ever dwell! They have not shed a many tears, Dear eyes, since first I knew them well. The Miller's Daughter. December Twelfth Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words. The Princess. [ 120] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON December Thirteenth Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. Ulysses. December Fourteenth The day, the diamonded night, The echo, feeble child of sound, The heavy thunder's griding might, The herald lightning's starry bound, The vocal spring of bursting bloom, The naked summer's glowing birth, The troublous autumn's sallow gloom, The hoarhead winter paving earth With sheeny white, are full of strange Astonishment and boundless change. Chorus. December Fifteenth O summer leaf, isn't life as brief? But this is the time of hollies. And my heart, my heart is an evergreen. I hate the spites and the follies. On a Spiteful Letter. [121] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON j^ >ft>k y^y^y^y^y^y^ y^y^ywy^yp: y^yjtK y^^F December Sixteenth Ah yet, we cannot be kind to each other here for an hour ; We whisper, and hint, and chuckle, and grin at a brother's shame; However we brave it out, we men are a little breed. Maud. December Seventeenth Remember him who led your hosts ; He spoke among you, and the Man who spoke ; Who never sold the truth to serve the hour, Nor palter'd with Eternal God for power ; Who let the turbid streams of rumour flow Thro' either babbling world of high and low; Whose life was work, whose language rife With rugged maxims hewn from life; Who never spoke against a foe — Whatever record leap to light, He never shall be shamed. Ode on the Death of The Duke of Wellington. December Eighteenth The Peak is high and nush'd At his highest with sunrise fire ; The Peak is high, and the stars are high, And the thought of a man is higher. The Voice and the Peak. FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON "i^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^y^yf^ y^y^y^Ky^y^: December Nineteenth Nature, so far as in her lies, Imitates God, and turns her face To every land beneath the skies, Counts nothing that she meets with base, But lives and loves in every place. On a Mourner. December Twentieth And slow and sure comes up the golden year. When wealth no more shall rest in mounded heaps, But smit with freer light shall slowly melt In many streams to fatten lower lands, And light shall spread, and man be liker man Thro' all the season of the golden year. The Golden Year. December Twenty-first Contemplate all this work of Time, The giant laboring 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. Forever nobler ends. In Memoriam. [123] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON December Twenty-second Hast thou no voice, O Peak, That standest high above all? "I am the voice of the Peak, I roar and rave for I fall." A voice below the voice, And a height beyond the height! Our hearing is not hearing, And our seeing is not sight. The Voice and the Peak. December Twenty-third They bring me sorrow touch'd with joy, The merry, merry bells of Yule. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. In Memoriam. December Twenty-fourth Hearts that change not, love that cannot cease, And peace be yours, the peace of soul in soul ! A Welcome to the Duke and Duchess of Edinburgh. [124] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON December Twenty-fifth The birth of Christ. The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace, Peace and goodwill, to all mankind. In Memoriam. December Twenty-sixth Known and unknown ; human, divine ; Sweet human hand and lips and eye ; Dear heavenly friend that canst not die, Mine, mine, forever, ever mine ; Far off thou art, but ever nigh; I have thee still, and I rejoice; I prosper, circled with thy voice; I shall not lose thee tho' I die. In Memoriam. December Twenty-seventh Whatsoever evil happen to me, I seem to suffer nothing heart or limb, But can endure it all most patiently. Enid. [125] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON December Twenty-eighth Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. In Memoriam. December Twenty-ninth We sleep and wake and sleep, but all things move; The Sun flies forward to his brother Sun; The dark Earth follows wheel'd in her ellipse ; And human things returning on themselves Move onward, leading up the golden year. The Golden Year. December Thirtieth Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. The Death of the Old Year. [126] FROM DAY TO DAY WITH TENNYSON December Thirty-first New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing; And I said, "O years that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?" Old Year roaring and blowing, And New Year blowing and roaring. 1865-1866. God, which ever lives and loves — One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves. In Memoriam. [127] JUL 81 1910 Deacidified using the Bookkeeper proce Neutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide Treatment Date: May 2009 PreservationTechnologle A WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS PRESERVATI One copy del. to Cat. Div. Jul 21 wm LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 014 546 967 3 %