Henry Alford (Генри Элфорд)

Malvern Hills

EREWHILE I saw ye faintly through far haze
Spread many miles above the fields of sea;
Now ye rise glorious, and my steps are free
To wander through your valleys’ beaten ways,
And climb above, threading the rocky maze;
And trace this stream alive with shifting light,
With whose successive eddies silver-bright
Not without pleasant sound the moonbeam plays.
My dear, dear bride, two days had made thee mine,
Two days of waxing hope and waning fear,
When under the night-planet’s lavish shine
We stood in joy, and blessed that rillet clear;
Such joy unwarning comes and quickly parts,
But lives deep-rooted in our “heart of hearts.”

1. Haddon Hall, Derbyshire, July, 1836
2. Summit of Skiddaw, July 7, 1838
3. Homer
4. Sonnet Written at a Distance from Home
5. Wymeswold, April, 1837

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