The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1904-02-21
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collect and edit the suppressed poems VI
Alfred Tennyson, and these appear IN q
recent hook published by the Harpers,
with the note that they may possess a
value much beyond that OF a mere coz
lection Of literary curloslues- However
that may be- the suppressed poems nave z
certain interest. particularly as some OF
them appear TO be the foundation OF some
of Tennyson's longer poems that are m
CIuded in his collected works rms Is
true of the germ Of the famous Maud
There was published in 1881 II the ITlr-
ute q contribution from JennySOn entiIittl
''Stanzas." consisting Of sixteen verse o.
stanzas were published In the Iourtn sec
zion OF the second part OF Maud. some
verbal changes and transposttlonS OF lines
were made, a new stanza tine present
sixth and several new lines were intro
duced. and the tenth stanza OF 1851 De-
came the thirteenth III 1850 But stanzas
thirteen and fourteen or lo5l nave never
been printed in any edition of Ienny-
sons works. They are given III the sup
pressed poems as follows:
But she tarries in her place.
AND ] paint the beauteous face
OF the maiden. that lost
on my inner eyes again
Lest my heart ne overcome
By the thing I hold III Scorns
Bv~a .duU mechanic ghost
Ana a juggle Of the brain
7 can shadow forth my bride.
Ac L knew her fair and kind
As I WoOed her for my NlIes
She is lovely by my side
In the silence OF my lie
tbs d phantom OF the H1iue-
IT'S phantom fair and good,
] can call it TO my side.
So to guard my life fron i'll.
Tho its CHASTITY sister ShQe,
And be moved around me sun
With the moving OF the Dloou5
That is moved not OF the WILL
Let il pass. the dreary brow,
Let the dismal face go by,
Will st lead me 10 the grave?
Then I lose it; ii VIII 1iy.
Can ii overlast the nerves
Can It overlive the eye
But the other like star
Thro' the channel wiudeth far,
Till it fade and fail and die,
TO its Archetype thai waits
Glad I'm light 1y golden Gates
Clad in light the Spirit waits
To embrace ne IA the SKY
Tt appears to have been Tennyson' S
method To- cancel many stanzas from carly
I poems when later editions OF has works
were brought out ana THIS was again tLie
. case in A Dream OF falf omen. iI
the 1875 volume the poem opened Wit
Z four verses. which were suppressed tH
( 1872. These Fitz7Geraid considered made
! "a perfect poem by themselves
/ As when man. that sails IL balloon
/ Downlooking sets the solid shining
! Stream from beneath him in the broad
Tilth. hamlet mead and mound;
And takes his flags and waves them to
+ That shout belov. all faces turned tc
/ CLOVIS ruby-iike the far up crimson globe
Filled with q finer air
So lifted high. the poet at his viii
Lets the great world fit from him.
/ Higher I iiiS secret splendors mounting
seIf-poised. nor fears 10 face.
Hearing apart the echoes OF his fame.
While spoke thua. the scotsman, Mem
sowed ny deep-fdrrowed thought viii
many a name
/ Whose glory VIII not ole.
Many of the suppressed poems are Of
/ q light and brief quality. a song l.
/ resurrected as follows;
Who can say
Why today
/ Tomorrow will be yesterday!
Who can tel
Why to smell
The violet recalls the dewy prime
OF youth and buried timee
! The cause is nowhere found IN rhyme.
/ There are. too a great number Of son
nets that the poet evidently considered
l unworthy or permanent collection. one
! whose date IS unkOnwD, reads;
/ The paliid thundenstricken sigh for gain
( Down an ideal stream they ever uoat,
I And sailing on PactOlus in boat
Drown soul and sense, while wisttuLl
they strain
J Weak eyes upon the glStening sand
rba un5 ie Ths wife could n,
| CathedraIed eaverns Of thick-ribbed gol,
/ And branching silvers OF the eentTa
globe,
Would marvel from so beautiful q sign
How scorn and ruin. pain and hate coui'
/ But Hatred in q gold cave sits below,
BIeached with her hair, il mail or ar
gent light,
Shot INTO gold, a snake her forehead
And skins the color from her trembling
lips.
"The Burial of Love is a frasmen
that does not appear in the late pub
iished editions Of Tennyson;
His eyes are in eclipse,
Pale cold his lips
/ The light of his hopes unfed;
Mute his tongue.
His bow uDstfunE
I With the tears he hath shed.
| Backward slropping his graceful head
Love is dead;
His last arrow sped;