The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-22


son and long lyric of Alfred Tennyson's.
As these poems are now extremely rare in a
! photographic sense, aud suffused, too, with
other interest, l shall venture to copy them.
TO A LADY.
| By the Rev. c. 7. TENRYsoS
| Farewell. it is now my parting hour;
| Thy sister wends her way with
| To spend far of, by land aud sea,
| Those first fair moons of peace and glee
! That shine upon the orange flower.
Fair moons that guard those petals fair,
Full sUeetly may ye downward shine,
o, light us on the ocean brine
And wane not on the winding Rhine
Or where the SWitzer's mountains are
The next isa
| SONNET.
| ION seeing bevy of humming birds in a glass
By the REv. CHARLES TURNER TENNYsoN.
| For vacant song behold a shining themel
| These dumb-struck fiutterers Of the Indian
| land,
The color OF whose crests, sweet nature q hand,
! Fulals ones richest thought Of crimson CLEAN
| Whose wings, thus pois'd and balanced forth,
do seem
Slender as serpent's tongue, or fatry's wand:
Aud, as by taper-light their breasts are
| scanned,
OF Iovelier golden light we cannot dream.
! o. me; how soon doth human death impair
The CLASSY surface Of the fairest face,
| In life, perchAnce. Immediately fair,
While these respondent figures wear no trace
| bright bosomed and bright-crested as they arell
| mo soil or cantsl' OF the tomb's disgracel
The first Of these poems was as Internal
evidence proves, addressed to the sister of
| his wife, on his wife's bridehood and on the
| eve of the honeymoon. It has been gener-
ally understood, think, that Charles Ten
nyson. on receiving the property from his
| grandmother involving his change of
name, was afterward known as Charles
hVk 4, &c H..
| poems made the Turner intermediate rather
than final, as late as 1888.
1.-THE Tribute" from which have quoted
these little verses, is made interesting
further by poems Of considerable length
from the pen of Walter Savage LRndor;
and poems by Wordsworth, Southey,
| Aubrey de We're and other writers, famous
or on the way 10 fame A contribution
worth mentioning in addition is transla,
ticn of the First Part of Book V of the
| Odyssey by Lord John Russell.
But the piece OF most distinction aud In
terest, of course, is the poem by Alfred
| TennysoD, which he simply titled 'StanEas u
1t became afterward, II not the most melodi-
Gus, one OF the most memorable lyrics in
MAUD" but not until it had received a re-
vision, which, among other things, reduced
it IN length. 1t shows the serious labor and
sincerity In Tennyson's work TO note how
long be kept in mind, and with what oau-
|
treated what be had once care.
fully written. Not all his changes
pleased his admirers and critics, nor were
they all for the better. The changes he
made in 1.-The Charge Of the Light Brigade
at Balaklsva" were, as It seems to me, for
the worse. His ooupet in Form, Rifiemen,
Form" was hardly an improvement In the
original version it stood thus:
It's true we have a faithful ally.
Rut Oniy the devil KuOWR what IA unaAna
In the corrected shape it was made to
read as follows:
True, we have got such faithful ally
That only the devil can tell what he means,
The ALLY" was, Of course, Napoleon III.
IL Is impossible to describe in narrow hm-
its the variations, large and small, which
the author made in his MAUD" lyric here
referred to. As large part of the original
version Yves omitted entirely, have con-
cluded to copy 10 here and leave the reader
VINO possesses a copy of maud" the op-
portunity to make bis own comparisons:
sTANZAS.
BY ALFRED rENNYsoN, ESQ.
OF that 'twere possible
After long grief and pain,
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again.
When was wont to meet her
In the silent, woody places
OF the land that gave me birth,
We stood tranced in long embraces,
Mkt with kisses sweeter, sweeter
Than anything on earth.
A shadow fits before me
Not thou, but like to thee.
All God that 1t were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they mi ght tell us
What and where they DO
II leads me forth at evening,
1t lightly winds and steals
In a cold white robe before me.
When all my spirit reels
At the shouts the leagues of lights,
And the roaring of the wheels.
Half the night waste in signs,
In wakeful dozs l sorrow,
For the hand, the lips the eyes,
For the meeting of tomorrow;
The delight of happy laughter,
The delight Of low replies
Do hear the pleasant ditty
That heard her chant OF old?
But wake-my dream is fed.
Without knowledge, without pity,
In the shuddering dawn behold,
By the curtain of my bed,
That abiding phantom cold.
Then rise: the cave drops fall
And the yellow vapors choke
The great city sounding wide;
The day com .s-a dull red ball
WrApt in drifts Of lurid smoke,
on the misty river tide.
ThrO' the hubbub OF the market
steal q wasted frame;
1t crosseth here, IL crosseth there
Thro all that crowd confused and loud,
The shadow still the same:
And on my heavy eyelids
Ny anguish hangs like shame
Alas for her that met me,
That heard me softly call,
Came glimmering thro' the laurels
At the quiet even fall,
In the garden OF the turTets
OF the old Memorial Hall.
Then the broad light glares and beats,
And the sunk eye fits and fleets,
And will not let me be-
iloath the squares add streets,
And the faces that one meets
Hearts with no love for me;
Always long 10 creep
To some Still cavern deep.
And 10 weep and weep and weep
Ny whole soul out 70 thee
Get thee home nor come again;
Pass and cease ~ move about
Pas. thou death-like fype II pain,
ME- not memory with doubt.
ITO che bios upon the brain