“Half the night I waste in sighs,Half in dreams I sorrow afterThe delight of early skies;In a wakeful dose I sorrowFor the hand, the lips, the eyes,For the meeting of the morrow,The delight of happy laughter,The delight of low replies.”
In this poem by Alfred Tennyson, the speaker expresses a sense of longing and sorrow that consumes them throughout the night. The repetition of "Half in dreams I sorrow after" and "I sorrow" emphasizes the depth of the speaker's emotions and the overwhelming nature of their longing. The vivid imagery of "the hand, the lips, the eyes" and "the delight of happy laughter, the delight of low replies" conveys the speaker's yearning for human connection and intimacy. Tennyson effectively captures the bittersweet experience of yearning for something that feels out of reach, creating a poignant reflection on the nature of longing and desire.
Alfred Tennyson's verse captures the universal experience of longing for past happiness and regretting missed opportunities. In a modern context, these feelings can still resonate as individuals navigate relationships, career choices, and personal ambitions. Tennyson's words serve as a reminder to cherish the present moment and appreciate the joy that can be found in everyday interactions.
In this excerpt from Alfred Tennyson's poem, the speaker expresses their deep longing and sorrow for the simple joys and connections in life. The repetition of the word "sorrow" highlights the melancholy and yearning felt by the speaker. The use of vivid imagery, such as "the hand, the lips, the eyes" and "the delight of happy laughter," further enhances the emotional depth of the poem.
Reflecting on this poem by Alfred Tennyson, we can explore our own experiences of longing and loss. Consider the following questions:
“I sometimes find it half a sin,To put to words the grief i feel,For words like nature,half reveal,and half conceal the soul within,”
“And what delights can equal thoseThat stir the spirit's inner deeps,When one that loves but knows not, reapsA truth from one that loves and knows?”
“I sometimes hold it half a sinTo put in words the grief I feel;For words, like Nature, half revealAnd half conceal the Soul within.But, for the unquiet heart and brain,A use in measured language lies;The sad mechanic exercise,Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,Like coarsest clothes against the cold:But that large grief which these enfoldIs given in outline and no more.In Memoriam A.H.H. Section 5”
“The wind sounds like a silver wire,And from beyond the noon a fireIs pour'd upon the hills, and nigherThe skies stoop down in their desire;And, isled in sudden seas of light,My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight,Bursts into blossom in his sight.”
“A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.”
“But in her web she still delightsTo weave the mirror’s magic sights,For often thro’ the silent nightsA funeral, with plumes and lights,And music, went to Camelot:Or when the moon was overhead,Came two young lovers lately wed;“I am half-sick of shadows,” saidThe Lady of Shalott.”