IN MEMORIAM. XIV. If one should bring me this report, That thou had'st touch'd the land to-day, And I went down unto the quay, And found thee lying in the port; And standing, muffled round with woe, Come stepping lightly down the plank, And if along with these should come The man I held as half divine; Should strike a sudden hand in mine, And ask a thousand things of home; LUDIT AMABILIS INSANIA. Haec si fama meis advolet auribus, te salvam in patriis stare hodie vadis, si portum ipse petens adspiciam in sinu te iacta, ratis, ancora ; hic si constiterim sordibus obsitus, vectoresque tuos, dum celerant gradum prono in ponte, suis innuere invicem cunctos ordine viderim; his si forte simul se ferat obvius vir, quem credideram paene deo parem, arreptaque manu mille redux petat res audire super domo ; And I should tell him all my pain, And how my life had droop'd of late, And he should sorrow o'er my state And marvel what possess'd my brain; And I perceived no touch of change, No hint of death in all his frame, I should not feel it to be strange. huic omne expediam, quo crucior, malum, quali vita recens languerit modo; hic me si miserans sortis ineptias miretur quibus occuper; nec quidquam in socio percipiam novi, nec vox arguat hunc formave mortuum, qui se totus agat tam similem sui, nil maius fuerit fide. IN MEMORIAM. XIX. The Danube to the Severn gave The darken'd heart that beat no more; They laid him by the pleasant shore, And in the hearing of the wave. There twice a day the Severn fills; And hushes half the babbling Wye, The Wye is hush'd nor moved along, The tide flows down, the wave again Is vocal in its wooded walls; And I can speak a little then. TENNYSON. |