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. Wymeswold, April, 1837
4. Ampton, Suffolk
5. Sacred to the Memory of E. S.

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