Sonnet XLIII. The Malvern Hills, March 12th 1835 by Henry Alford

Lyrics

Erewhile I saw ye faintly through far haze Spread many miles above the fields of sea; Now ye rise glorious, and my steps are free To wander through your valleys' beaten ways And climb above, threading the rocky maze; And trace this stream alive with shifting light With whose successive eddies silver-bright Not without pleasant sound the moonbeam plays My dear, dear bride, two days had made thee mine Two days of waxing hope and waning fear When undеr the night-planet's lavish shine Wе stood in joy, and blessed that rillet clear; Such joy unwarning comes and quickly parts But lives deep-rooted in our "heart of hearts