. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. w ; THE LOTOS-EATERS 65 He shines upon a hundred fields, andall of them I know. 50 And there I move no longer now, andthere his light may shine — Wild flowers in the valley for otherhands than mine. O, sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is doneThe voice, that now is speaking, may be beyond the sun —For ever and for ever with those just souls and true —And what is life, that we should moan ? why make we such ado ? For ever and for ever, all in a blessed home —And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come — To l
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. w ; THE LOTOS-EATERS 65 He shines upon a hundred fields, andall of them I know. 50 And there I move no longer now, andthere his light may shine — Wild flowers in the valley for otherhands than mine. O, sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is doneThe voice, that now is speaking, may be beyond the sun —For ever and for ever with those just souls and true —And what is life, that we should moan ? why make we such ado ? For ever and for ever, all in a blessed home —And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come — To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast —And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. 60 THE LOTOS-EATERS Courage ! he said, and pointed toward the land,This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon7In the afternoon they came unto a landIn which it seemed always round the coast the languid air did swoon,Breathing like one that hath a weary above the valley stood the moon ; . .. * I thought that it was fancy, and I listend in my bed 66 THE LADY OF SHALOTT AND OTHER POEMS And, like a downward smoke, the slender streamAlong the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a down-ward smoke, 10 Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn,did go; And some thro wavering lights andshadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam be-low. They saw the gleaming river seawardflow From the inner land; far off, threemountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flushd ; and, dewd withshowery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above thewoven copse. The charmed sunset lingerd lowadown In the red West ; thro mountain cleftsthe dale 20 Was seen far inland, and the yellowdown Borderd with palm, and many a wind-ing vale And meadow, set with slender galin-gale; A land where all things always seemdthe same! And round about the keel with facespale, Dark faces pale against that rosy flam
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