Literature

‘Tears, Idle Tears’: Tennyson and the Bittersweetness of Nostalgia

A shapeless yet powerful grief overwhelms Alfred, Lord Tennyson in this poignant and imagery-rich poem.
‘Tears, Idle Tears’: Tennyson and the Bittersweetness of Nostalgia
Nostalgia can hit like a train. "The Train Departing," 2017, by Philip Pankhurst. GeographBot/CC BY-SA 2.0
Walker Larson
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

Walker Larson
Walker Larson
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Before becoming a freelance journalist and culture writer, Walker Larson taught literature and history at a private academy in Wisconsin, where he resides with his wife and daughter. He holds a master’s in English literature and language, and his writing has appeared in The Hemingway Review, Intellectual Takeout, and his Substack, The Hazelnut. He is also the author of two novels, “Hologram” and “Song of Spheres.”