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In thee all passion becomes passionless , Touched by thy spirit ' s mellowness ; Ix > sing his fire and active might , In a silent meditation , Falling into a still delight , And luxury of contemplation : As waves that from the outer deep
Roll into a quiet cove , There fall away , and lying still , Having glorious dreams in sleep , Shadow forth the banks at will ; Or sometimes they swell and move , Pressing up against the land , With motions of the outer sea : And the self-same influence Controlleth all the soul and sense Of passion gazing upon thee . His bowstring slackened , languid Love , Leaning his cheek upon his hand , Drops both his wings , regarding thee , And so would languish evermore , Serene , imperial Eleanore . '—p . 30 .
With all their poetical qualities , his women are € spirits , and yet women too ; * but he can paint phantasms also— -creatures of the elements , —mermaidens and sea-fairies ; and then he can descend on man , not merely the enthusiast , the mystic , the poet , or the hero , but good , honest workyday man , such as our friend the miller . I met in all the close green ways , While walking with my line and rod , The wealthy miller ' s mealy face , Like the moon in an ivytod . Fie looked so jolly and so good , While fishing in the mill-dam water , I laughed to see him as he stood , And dreamt not of the miller ' s daughter .
* I see the wealthy miller yet—His double chin—his portly size ; Arid who , that knew him , could forget The busy wrinkles round his eyes ; The slow wise smile , that , round about His dusty forehead drily curled , Seemed half within , and half without , And full of dealings with the world ? 4 yonder chair I see him sit ; Three fingers round the old silver cup : 1 see his grey eyes twinkle yet At his own jest—grey eyes lit up
Tennyson s Poems . 39