Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Darkness or sunshine Glorious fountain! Let my heart be The Changeling. HAD a little daughter, And she was given to me To lead me gently backward That I, by the force of nature, I know not how others saw her, And the light of the heaven she came from And as many changes took, As the shadows of the sun-gilt ripples To what can I liken her smiling How it leaped from her lips to her eyelids, Till her outstretched hands smiled also, And I almost seemed to see The very heart of her mother Sending sun through her veins to me! She had been with us scarce a twelve-month, When a troop of wandering angels But they left in her stead a changeling, A little angel child, That seems like her bud in full blossom, And smiles as she never smiled: And I feel as weak as a violet As weak, yet as trustful, also; This child is not mine, as the first was, I cannot sing it to rest, I cannot lift it up fatherly And sits in my little one's chair, ALFRED TENNYSON. ALFRED TENNYSON was born at Somersby, in Lin colnshire, England, January 12, 1810; and, at the present writing, is living on the Isle the Isle of Wight. His father, a minister, was described as а man remarkable for strength and stature, and for the energetic force of his character. Alfred is the oldest of a family of poets. The three boys who became poets were educated at Trinity College, Cambridge, and were pupils of Dr. Whewell. In 1829, Alfred gained the Chancellor's medal for an English prize poem. He and his brother Charles published anonymously a small volume, entitled Poems by Two Brothers. In 1830 and '33, Alfred Tennyson published his first volumes over his own name. While these early poems were subject to severe criticism, yet many of them showed unmistakable signs of genius, and gave the world to understand most distinctly that a great poet was arising to command its attention. Severe treatment from critics caused him to remain in close retirement and silent study for a period of about nine years. He was moved, probably, by a thought |