Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Beat, happy stars
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 - 1892) Maud, del 18. I have lead her Home, my love, my only friend.
Tennyson var britisk statsdigter - Poet Laureate - og blandt andet leveringsdygtig i digte, som bringer trøst og husvalelse.
Dette er afslutningen på et langdigt om tabet af en elsket - og om den trøst, synet af stjernehimlen kan give.
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My bride to be, my evermore delight,
My own heart’s heart, my ownest own, farewell;
It is but for a little space I go:
And ye meanwhile far over moor and fell
Beat to the noiseless music of the night!
Has our whole earth gone nearer to the glow
Of your soft splendour that you look so bright?
I have climbed nearer out of lonely Hell.
Beat, happy stars, timing with things below,
Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell,
Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe
That seems to draw—but it shall not be so:
Let all be well, be well.
