31, a. Sounds: Construe, of course, not as a noun, but as a verb coördinate with rest. The phrase by which belongs to bot 31, c. A soul shall draw from out the vast: Profundis," also "Crossing the Bar," 2, c. Compare “De 32, d. The crowning race: Compare CXVIII, 4, b. Some have criticised the poet for closing his elegy with this happy marriage song, but the poet replied that he meant it to be "a kind of Divina Commedia, ending with happiness." (Memoir, 1, 304). Genung puts the idea very happily: "The poem that began with death, over which in its long course it has found love triumphant, now ends with marriage, that highest earthly illustration of crowned and completed love." Besides being in itself a beautiful epithalamium, the poem sums up in concrete and vivid way the results of the poet's long struggle with grief and doubt. The following points may be noted: 1. Regret has ceased, but love is greater than before. (3-5.) 2. The poet feels himself a stronger and a wiser man than in the days gone by. (5-6.) 3. His heart is at peace and life seems full of joy. (17-21.) 4. He thinks of his friend as still existent, and perhaps present with him. (22, and 35, d.) 5. He looks forward to the future with a happy confidence in the development of the race and the ultimate triumph of the highest and the best. (31-34.) 6. For all these thoughts he finds assurance in the character of his glorified friend whose life was a pledge of the final union of the race with God. (35-36.) INDEX OF FIRST LINES Again at Christmas did we weave, LXXVIII. And all is well, tho' faith and form, CXXVII. As sometimes in a dead man's face, LXXIV. Be near me when my light is low, L. Calm is the morn without a sound, XI. Dark house, by which once more I stand, VII. Fair ship, that from the Italian shore, IX. Heart-affluence in discursive talk, CIX. He past; a soul of nobler tone, LX. Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, XXXII. I cannot love thee as I ought, LII. I cannot see the features right, LXX. I climb the hill: from end to end, C. I dream'd there would be Spring no more, LXIX. I envy not in any moods, XXVII. If any vision should reveal, XCII. If any vague desire should rise, LXXX. If one should bring me this report, XIV. If Sleep and Death be truly one, XLIII. I held it truth, with him who sings, I. I know that this was Life,—the track, XXV. I past beside the reverend walls, LXXXVII. I trust I have not wasted breath, CXX. I vex my heart with fancies dim, XLII. Lo, as a dove when up she springs, XII. "More than my brothers are to me," LXXIX. My love has talk'd with rocks and trees, XCVII. My own dim life should teach me this, XXXIV. Now fades the last long streak of snow, CXV. Now, sometimes in my sorrow shut, XXIII. O days and hours, your work is this, CXVII. O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me, LIX. O thou that after toil and storm, XXXIII. Peace; come away: the song of woe, LVII. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, CVI. Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun, CXXI. Take wings of fancy, and ascend, LXXVI. The Danube to the Severn gave, XIX. The love that rose on stronger wings, CXXVIII. The time draws near the birth of Christ, XXVIII. Tho' truths in manhood darkly join, XXXVI. Thou comest, much wept for; such a breeze, XVII. Thy converse drew us with delight, CX. Thy spirit ere our fatal loss, XLI. Thy voice is on the rolling air, CXXX, 'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise, CXIII. 'Tis well; 'tis something; we may stand, XVIII. 10-night the winds begin to rise, XV. To-night ungather'd let us leave, CV. To Sleep I give my powers away, IV. Unwatch'd, the garden bough shall sway, CI. We leave the well-beloved place, CII. We ranging down this lower track, XLVI. Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail, CXIV. Yet if some voice that man could trust, XXXV. |