Where falls not rain, or hail, or any snow, Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns Sir Bedivere is the last survivor of the knights of the Round Table the last representative of the old order of things. A new epoch is about to begin. In the Gardener's Daughter, the hero relates how he wooed and won the gentle Rose. The poem abounds in beautiful descriptions of English scenery. In fact, it was written shortly after Tennyson had turned his back on the fens of Lincolnshire, and fixed his residence at Farringford in the Isle of Wight. "The fields dewyfresh, browsed by deep-uddered kine", are not common in Lincolnshire; where the eye more frequently rests on the "long gray fields", "the oat-grass and the swordgrass and the bulrush in the pool," or the "tangled water-courses" and "the willow over the river" of the May-Queen and his other early poems. At the end of the Gardener's Daughter, the narrator represents himself as a widower, and seated with his eyes fixed on the portrait of his lost wife: Behold her there As I beheld her ere she knew my heart, Now the most blessed memory of mine age. In the Miller's Daughter, a husband recalls to his wife the history of their courtship and marriage, and repeats a song he had given her on her wedding-day : It is the miller's daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear, That trembles at her ear; For hid in ringlets day and night, I'd touch her neck so warm and white. And I would be the girdle About her dainty, dainty waist, And her heart would beat against me, And I should know if it beat right, And I would be the necklace, And all day long to fall and rise With her laughter or her sighs, I scarce should be unclasp'd at night. Another of these early poems, the Brook, tells us of a lovers' quarrel and reconciliation, followed by emigration to Australia and return to England; while all this time the Brook, the work of the eternal God, still sweetly murmured its unchanging lay. We quote the verses that more immediately refer to the stream: I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally By thirty hills I hurry down, Till last by Philip's farm I flow For men may come and men may go, I chatter over stony ways, I bubble into eddying bays, With many a curve my banks I fret And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow For men may come and men may go, I wind about, and in and out, And here and there a foamy flake With many a silvery waterbreak And draw them all along, and flow For men may come and men may go, I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I skip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, I murmur under moon and stars And out again I curve and flow For men may come and men may go. The Talking Oak is a graceful poem, with a somewhat fantastic subject. A lover converses with the oak on the charms of a certain Olivia, and the tree relates, with what rapture the lady, on visiting the park, had read her name carved on its trunk by the hand of the lover. Hereupon, the youth, who is likewise a poet, Vows he will make the tree no less famous than its historical brother oak, Wherein the younger Charles abode And far below the Roundhead rode, For descriptive force, the last two lines are perhaps unrivalled. Godiva is the well-known legend of Coventry. Her husband, the Lord of Mercia, having laid a very heavy tax upon the then poor town, Lady Godiva remonstrates with him; but he will only consent to rescind his resolution on terms which he believes she cannot accept: She sought her lord, and found him where he stood She told him of their tears, And prayed him: "If they pay this tax, they starve." "You would not let your little finger ache For such as these." "But I would die," said she. He answered: "Ride you naked through the town, He parted. The lady takes him at his word. On learning this, the authorities of the town decree that as they loved her well, From then till noon no foot should pace the street, No eye look down, she passing; but that all Should keep within, door shut, and window barred. This order being strictly obeyed by the citizens, Lady Godiva "rode forth, clothed on with chastity," through all the town, and back to the castle. Only one irreverent and inquisitive wight, the "Peeping Tom" of the popular legend, disobeyed the prohibition, and met with a signal punishment: One low churl, compact of thankless earth, Boring a little auger-hole in fear, Peeped; but his eyes, before they had their will, And dropped before him. So the powers who wait None of Tennyson's poems has been more praised than Locksley Hall. It is the complaint of an unfortunate lover, who has first been encouraged, and then jilted, by his cousin Amy. Tennyson is fond of making his principal personages tell their own story. After dwelling upon the happy past, when "Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands;" when for him every thing was bright in nature, even the most uninviting landscape for Amy was there beside him he turns with bitterness of soul to the present, when every illusion is gone, and he exclaims: "O the dreary, dreary moorland! O the barren, barren shore!" Not only has Amy forsaken him, but she is "mated with a clown," one who regards her as "Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse." He continues: Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead, unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof. Like a dog, he hunts in dreams, and thou art staring at the wall, Where the dying night-lamp flickers, and the shadows rise and fall. Then a hand shall pass before thee, pointing to his drunken sleep, To thy widowed marriage-pillows, to the tears that thou wilt weep. Thou shalt hear the Never, never, whispered by the phantom years, And the song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears. And an eye shall vex thee looking ancient kindness on thy pain: Turn thee, turn thee, on thy pillow, get thee to thy rest again. In his disappointment and despair, he forms several wild projects for the future. Among others, he proposes to wander: On from island unto island at the gateways of the day; and there to seek a compensation for what he has lost in Europe: I will take some savage woman; she shall rear my dusky race. But on reflexion he abandons this insensate scheme: Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay; and he resolves to grieve no longer for the faithless Amy, but to go among his fellow-men, who have achieved great things, and yet consider "that which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do." |