Or dash of an insurgent sea that heaves

On lonely rocks, or locked in winding caves,

Hoarse through their hollow aisles in wild low cadence raves.

VII

Each, at his Chief's example, lays aside

His scarf and feathered casque, with every gay
And glittering ornament of knightly pride,
And barefoot treads the consecrated way.

Their thoughts, too, suited to their changed array,
Warm tears devout their eyes in showers diffuse,
Tears, that the haughtiest temper might allay;
And yet, as though to weep they did refuse,
Thus to themselves their hearts of hardness they accuse.

VIII

"Here, Lord, where currents from thy wounded side
Stained the besprinkled ground with sanguine red,
Should not these two quick springs at least, their tide
In bitter memory of thy passion shed!

And melt'st thou not, my icy heart, where bled
Thy dear Redeemer? still must pity sleep?
My flinty bosom, why so cold and dead?

Break, and with tears the hallowed region steep!
If that thou weep'st not now, forever shouldst thou weep!

ALFRED TENNYSON, an English poet of the first rank. Born at Somersby in Lincolnshire, August 6, 1809; died September 6, 1892. Among the volumes of his poems are found "In Memoriam," "The Princess," "The Holy Grail," "Enoch Arden," and "Idyls of the King."

The poet was poor, and, compared with his great later fame, relatively obscure till forty years old, when he was made poet laureate. Of "Enoch