XVIII I I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. And never yet so warmly ran my blood Calming itself1 to the long-wish'd-for end, None like her, none. 2 Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk 2 The gates of Heaven are closed, and she is gone. 3 There is none like her, none. Nor will be when our summers have deceased. O, art thou sighing for Lebanon In the long breeze that streams to thy delicious East, 1 Calming itself.] For this beautiful idea of the steady flow of a great full body of water, cp. Crossing the Bar: "Too full for sound or foam." 2 Pattering talk.] One of the most Tennysonian of all Tennyson's Sighing for Lebanon, Dark cedar, tho' thy limbs have here increased, And looking to the South, and fed Of her whose gentle will has changed my fate, Shadowing the snow-limb'd Eve from whom she came. 4 Here will I lie, while these long branches sway, Who am no more so all forlorn, As when it seem'd far better to be born That makes you tyrants in your iron skies, Cold fires, yet with power to burn and brand 1 Sad astrology. passionless eyes, etc.] Cp. Matthew Arnold's Empedocles on Etna, near end : "Emp. No, no, ye stars! there is no death with you, They are with me, not you! ye are alive, 5 1 But now shine on, and what care I, 6 Would die; for sullen-seeming Death may give In our low world, where yet 'tis sweet to live. 7 Not die; but live a life of truest breath, And teach true life to fight with mortal wrongs. Maud made my Maud by that long lover's kiss, 1 Countercharm.] The thought in these lines is a favourite one with the author, that were it not for our human souls and human affections, we might be tempted to doubt whether there were any Divine Love manifested in the universe. 2 Drinking songs.] Cp. the Greek epigram beginning Πῖνε καὶ εὐφραίνου· τί γὰρ αὔριον, ἢ τί τὸ μέλλον ; "Let us eat and drink, for to-morrow we shall die" (Isa. xxii. 13). 8 Is that enchanted moan only the swell My own heart's heart and ownest own farewell; And ye meanwhile far over moor and fell 1 False death.] Cp. Shakespeare (Sonnets): "Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.' Tennyson may have been reading Statius (Silvarum, v. 3. 260): "Sed te torpor iners, et mors imitata quietem, Explicuit, falsoque tulit sub Tartara somno,' applied by his friend C. Merivale to the latter's own father. XIX 1 I HER brother is coming back to-night, 2 My dream? do I dream of bliss? Darken'd watching a mother decline And that dead man at her heart and mine Yet so did I let my freshness die. 3 : I trust 2 that I did not talk To gentle Maud in our walk (For often in lonely wanderings Ì have cursed him even to lifeless things) 1 These ten stanzas, up to xx., "Strange," etc., not in 1st edition. They are important as tending to make the story clearer, especially with regard to the relations between Maud's lover and her brother. 2 I trust.] Notice the indications of a confused memory here, preparing us for the mental breakdown later on. |