Tennysons Poem

Summary and Analysis of "In Memoriam A.H.H.
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Prologue
The poet addresses the Son of God, He in whom men must put their faith. God made man in his image even
though humans do not know why. The poet asks God to help make his will, and he hopes his own knowledge
and faith will grow. Men often mock God when they do not fear anything, and they are “fools and slight.” He
asks for forgiveness for his tremendous grief for his departed friend who, he now trusts, lives in God. He asks
that these youthful and wandering cries be forgiven, and he asks to be given wisdom.
The poet once thought that men could rise on stepping stones “Of their dead selves to higher things,” but now it
is hard to contemplate the reality of loss and find any gain within it.
II
An old Yew tree has deep bones in the earth. The seasons change, and the clock ticks away the hours of men.
The tree never changes, though, and when the poet gazes on the “sullen” tree, he admires its “stubborn
hardihood” and seems to meld his own self with the tree.
III
Sorrow whispers terrible things in the poet’s ears, and he wonders if he should not embrace her as natural or
crush her as she enters the threshold of his mind.
IV
During sleep the poet gives his powers away. His heart muses on the memory of his loss, and these thoughts flit
before his closed eyes at night. When he wakes, his will warns him not to be “the fool of loss.”
The poet believes that sometimes it is pointless to use mere words to express grief, because they can only half
reveal the Soul. However, for a tortured heart words are a mechanical exercise that can numb the dull pain. He
will wrap himself in words although they can only suggest the outline of his grief.
VI
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Even though death is common, it does not lessen his grief over his deceased friend. A father waits for his son to
come home, but he is shot and dies. A mother waits for her sailor son, but he drowns. A young woman waits for
her lover, but she learns he has drowned or has died falling from his horse. She will have no end, and the poet
will have no good.
VII
The poet waits by the house where he used to live, but he is not here anymore. Life begins far off and day
begins.
VIII
A happy lover rings the doorbell of his beloved’s home, but she is not there. This is what the poet feels when he
goes to the places where he and his friend used to meet; now “all is dark where thou art not.”
IX
A fair ship sails from the Italian shore with Arthur’s remains. The poet asks the ship to sail over quickly. He
hopes the light will be bright and the heavens sleepy before the prow and the winds calm. This sleep is like the
sleep of his dear friend, dearer than his own brothers, and whom he will not see again until “all my widow’d
race be run.”
The poet thinks of a ship, hearing its bell and seeing it cabin windows and the sailor at the wheel. This ship
brings home sailors to their wives and men from far away. A fancy strikes, and the poet wonders if the ship
might bring Arthur home, too.
XI
Nature is calm; the morning is silent, peace reigns, gossamers twinkle, light is still. This mirrors the poet’s
“calmer grief” and “calm despair.”
XII
A dove flies up to Heaven to bring a sad story, her wings pulsing energetically. The poet feels that, similarly, he
cannot stay on earth. He wants to be a “weight of nerves without a mind” and hasten his spirit away over
oceans, across the skies, and linger. He will sit and wonder, “Is this the end?” Then he will return to his body
and learn that he has been gone an hour.
XIII
Tears drop from the eyes of a widower when he feels the empty space beside him in bed. The widower will be
silent, and the poet will be silent too. He remembers the friend he lost, who is now “A Spirit, not a breathing
voice.” Time passé,s and there is leisure to weep and to entertain fancies, such as his friend being on the ship
whose sails he observes coming in from the horizon.
XIV
If someone came to the poet and told him that his friend was newly arrived at the port, that he was embarking
with the other passengers, that he would place his hand in the poet’s and ask how things were at home, that the
poet would tell him all about his own life, that there would be no intimation of death or change, he would “not
feel it to be strange.”
XV
Nature is in tumult –the winds rise, the forests cracks, the waters curl, the sunbeam “strikes the world.” The poet
feels the same unrest in his woe.
XVI
The poet wonders at the words he utters; he wonders, can “calm despair and wild unrest” be “tenants of a single
breast?” He wonders if the shock he felt at Arthur’s death has confused him, as a ship striking a craggy cliff in
the middle of the night and blindly sinking. He wonders if the shock has made him a “delirious man” who
combines both the past and the future and the false and the true.
XVII
The poet notes that the ship carrying Arthur came quickly and was “much wept for.” The ship brings the
“precious relics” of his friend, whom he will not see again until he departs the earth as well.
XVIII
It is some comfort to stand at Arthur’s grave. The poet feels like the little life he has left is enduring with pain
but forming a “firmer mind” while he remembers and treasures the looks and words of his departed friend.
XIX
The poet compares his grief to the great rivers of the Danube, the Severn, and the Wye. He writes that when the
Wye is hushed and still, his grief is hushed and full, not brimming into tears. When the Wye’s tide flows and
waves are vocal, then the poet’s anguish is given utterance.
XX
The poet feels many griefs, some light and comforted by words, others deep and profound.
XXI
The poet sings at the grave of his friend. One man speaks harshly, saying his song is too weak and melancholy.
Another says to let the poet be since he loves to “make parade of pain.” A third wonders if this mournful song is
irrelevant given political and social turmoil in the world. All the poet knows is that “I do but sing because I
must.”
XXII
The poet and his departed friend traversed the familiar path for four sweet years, cheery and full of song. At the
fifth year, when the path slanted, the Shadow whom men fear waited. The “fair companionship” was broken,
and the friend was taken away; the poet cannot see or follow. He knows that somewhere the Shadow waits for
him, too.
XXIII
The poet in his sorrow sometimes dwells on sorrow and the Shadow of death. He remembers his time with his
friend when “Thought leapt out to wed with Thought / Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech” and “all we
met was fair and good.”
XXIV
The poet wonders if the “day of my delight,” or his past with his friend, was as pure and perfect as he thought,
especially as day is always tinged with the night. He wondered if it was truly a Paradise, or if the “haze of grief”
has made the past seem greater than it was. Perhaps the past is always more glorious because it is far away.
XXV
The poet knows about life and its burdens, but he loved the weight he carried because it was assisted by Love.
He could never become weary when Love would cut his burden in half and give that half to his friend to carry.
XXVI
The poet winds along the path and tries to show that no amount of time can “canker Love.”
XXVII
The poet does not envy captives without rage, or birds born in cages, or beasts without conscience. Even when
he feels sorrow, he knows it is “better to have loved and lost / Than never to have loved at all.”
XXVIII
It is Christmas time, and the bells ring out in the hamlets. This year the poet slept and then awoke with pain and
almost wished that he would never wake up again. The bells of Yule now bring “sorrow touch’d with joy.”
XXIX
It seems strange that with so much despair in the household they keep the rituals of Christmas Eve. The
welcome guest will not arrive and bring joy and jest.
XXX
A rainy cloud takes possession of the earth on Christmas Eve, and while they undertake the old pastimes they
feel the weight of the Shadow. They listen to the winds, and their voices fall silent. Last year they sang merrily
and impetuously. Now they start to sing again, their words ringing out that even though the dead are gone they
do not change in the minds and hearts of the living, and that they hope the morning will rise and “Draw forth the
cheerful day from the night.”
XXXI
Lazarus rises from the dead after four days, and even though his sister asks where he was, there is no reply.
Neighbors celebrate that man raised by Christ, but he does not reveal what happened between his death and
resurrection.
XXXII
After Lazarus rises from the dead, Mary anointed and washed Christ’s feet. Her love is emblematic of perfect,
“higher love.”
XXXIII
The poet counsels a brother not to scoff at his sister’s simple faith, which is “as pure as thine.”
XXXIV
The poet believes that the soul will continue living after death, that it is immortal. The poet also thinks it best to
simply sink into death and darkness and cease being.
XXXV
A voice from the grave might say that there is no living after death, no hope in the dust. The poet might try to
hold off this thought, but then he listens to the moaning of the sea and the streams and thinks about the dust of
the land and how the vastness of the ages seems to war against Love.
XXXVI
Wisdom and truth have to be attained through the limited powers of the human mind. They are filtered through
the Gospel, which can allow man to be influential.
XXXVII
Urania, known as the muse of astronomy or heavenly poetry, tells Melpomene, the goddess of elegiac poetry,
that she is neither welcome nor effective here. Melpomene responds in shame that she is not worthy to speak of
such mysteries and is only an earthly muse. She can do little but lull a grieving heart or embody human love.
XXXVIII
The poet loiters and lingers on. In song he finds a “doubtful gleam of solace.”
XXXIX
The poet reflects on the yew tree again in its dark grasping of the stones. Sorrow darkens the graves of men and
kindles the gloom of the tree.
XL
The poet compares the passing of Hallam to a young maiden leaving her mother and father and entering “other
realms of love.” He addresses Hallam, saying he is sure that he has a life that has borne immortal fruit “In those
great offices that suit / The full-grown energies of heaven.” The poet thinks about their separation. His life is
traversing the paths he knows, while Hallam’s is in “undiscover’d lands.”
XLI
The poet wishes he could break the bonds tying him to the sublunary life and “leap the grades of life and light.”
He seems to be in a Dantean middle ground between heaven and hell.
XLII
The poet knows that Hallam has gone ahead and “outstript me in the race.” He wonders what delight is equal to
the deep spiritual delight of desiring and learning a truth from someone who also loves that truth and knows it.
XLIII
The poet wonders whether Sleep and Death are truly one—whether the spirit’s bloom will slumber in a long
trance. This would mean that nothing is ever actually lost to man, and love will continue on “pure and whole”
after death just as in life and the time when Hallam loved him.
XLIV
The poet wonders how the “happy dead” fare, and whether the dead remember their time on earth. Although the
days have gone, perhaps “A little flash, a mystic tint” illuminates their consciousness.
XLV
When a baby is born he is not aware of his self, but as he grows he understands “I” and “me.” He gains a
separate, distinct mind and individual consciousness. Life would be completely pointless if man lost all
connection to this earthly life and had to start his quest for identity anew after death. Surely man retains some of
his identity and soul after death.
XLVI
The poet and Hallam venture down the “lower track,” and the poet looks back at the time that is now growing
shadowed. However, after death he will be able to comprehend the “eternal landscape of the past” and see his
five years with Hallam as the “richest field” of his life.
XLVII
The poet does not want to believe that all separate souls, when they die, merge with the universal godhead. This
idea is “vague” and “unsweet.” He hopes that after death one’s identity and personality are not totally
obliterated, and that he can sit with Hallam at “endless feast,” each talking about “the other’s good.”
XLVIII
The poet declaims any attempt to solve these religious difficulties, as his comments come from Sorrow. She
does not “part and prove,” and no one should try to “draw / The deepest measure from the chords.”
XLIX
The influences of art, philosophy, and nature are like flimsy and transparent rays of light breaking on pools of
water. A traveler can look and contemplate, but he should continue along his way and not blame mental
perturbations like that for his sorrow.
The poet asks Hallam to be near him when his faith droops, his heart is sick, and his blood “creeps.” He is
racked with the harshness of time and life, and he feels his faith is dry. He wants Hallam near him when he
fades away.
LI
The poet wonders if the living truly want the dead by their side. What if he wants to hide his “baseness” or
“inner vileness”?
LII
The poet says he cannot love Hallam as he ought because humans cannot sustain perfect love, as of Christ,
without having the physical presence of the loved one. However, the spirit of this love can endure, counseling
the poet to be content in the faith that the perfect, ideal love will survive human weakness and time.
LIII
Even though a now sober and mature father was once a foolish rake, it is not good to let youth think they can do
as they desire and will turn out fine regardless. It is necessary to “Hold thou the good: define it well.”
LIV
Men trust that good will win out over ill, that “nothing walks with aimless feet” and everything has a purpose.
Men think that the vagaries of nature mean something. However, this trust is hard to maintain, for men know
nothing. The poet is like an infant who can only believe in what he sees. His faith is shaken by the realities of
the rational evidence against immortality.
LV
The poet wonders if God and Nature are at strife, meaning if the evidence found in Nature denies the
immortality of the soul. Nature seems utterly careless of “the single life” and is capable of waste and chaos. The
poet stretches his feeble hands out and tries to muster his faith.
LVI
The poet does not think Nature is careful at all. He notes that species have gone extinct. She cares for nothing.
Man, who is “her last work, who seem’d so fair” and who trusted God, is at odds against Nature, “red in tooth
and claw.” She cares nothing for his creed and his battling for the good and the just. He begins to think life is
futile and frail, and he hopes for Hallam’s voice to answer him or offer redress.
LVII
The poet seems to be talking to his sister, gently telling her to get up and come away from the grave. They sing
too wildly, and her cheeks are pale.
LVIII
The poet says goodbye to the sad words that echo as if in a sepulchral hall. The words fall idly like drops of
water. The Muse tells him not to grieve with a “fruitless tear” but to stay a bit longer, compose himself, and
depart nobly. A glimmer of hope has arrived.
LIX
The poet wants Sorrow to live with him as a wife. This is an unavoidable situation, but sometimes Sorrow will
be lovely and sometimes the poet will be able to put his passionate grief aside and “have leave at times to play.”
LX
Hallam has passed on to a sphere where he is far removed from the poet. This is as a young woman who falls in
love with a man outside her social class. She is envious of his peers and resentful of her own place. She wonders
how he could love a “thing so low.”
LXI
The poet thinks about Hallam in the afterlife, surrounded by a circle of saints, looking down at him. It will be
dim and the poet will grow darker, but Hallam should remember how deeply the poet loved him.
LXII
If Hallam is dismayed by the poet’s “downward cast” eye, then the poet hopes that Hallam will think of his love
for him as an old tale, or a “fading legend of the past.” Someday they will be rejoined and will be like two
people of equal mind who have wed.
LXIII
If the poet can look to lesser forms like horses and dogs and feel pity and reverence for them, without incurring
the wrath of heaven, then surely Hallam should be able to look down on the poet from his larger and deeper
celestial orbit.
LXIV
The poet wonders if Hallam looks down at his past life on earth. Hallam began his life in a “simple village
green” and forcefully made “his merit known.” Even though he ascended to great heights, surely he must pause
and look on the past in its sweetness, feeling grateful for his childhood and the friends of his youth.
LXV
The poet sings his song and knows that a part of Hallam lives on in his song. He hopes that maybe “a part of
mine may live in thee / And move thee on to noble ends.”
LXVI
Addressing this poem to another friend, the poet concedes that such a friend thinks his heart too gloomy.
However, his grief allows him to act kindly towards others—jesting with friends, playing with children. He still
feels the “night of loss” in his “inner day” but can find pleasure in others.
LXVII
At night when immersed in sleep, the poet can picture the moonlight falling across Hallam’s grave. The marble
headstone, having the beloved name and showing the years on earth, looms before him.
LXVIII
In the first dream, the poet feels that Death comes upon him and regulates his breathing like Death’s companion,
Sleep, is wont to do. He then dreams of walking with Hallam when their friendship was new, When all our path
was fresh with dew.” He observes a mote of sadness in Hallam’s eye. When he wakes, he realizes he was
projecting his own sadness over Hallam’s death into the dream.
LXIX
The poet dreams that Spring will never come again and “Nature’s ancient power was lost.” Like Christ, in the
dream the poet puts on a crown of thorns and wanders through a town filled with hostile people who jeer and
mock him. An angel speaks to him in a voice he cannot understand, but the angel smiles at the crown.
LXX
In the gloom of half-sleep the poet tries to remember Hallam’s face but finds it difficult. Only after he sinks
fully into that unconscious state does the vision emerge.
LXXI
Sleep, which is the relative of trance and madness and death, brings memories of an 1830 trip undertaken by the
poet and Hallam to the Pyrenees. The poet remembers their walks and conversations of “men and minds, the
dust of change.”
LXXII
It is the first anniversary of Hallam’s death. On this day living flowers falter and die, the daisy shuttering its
petals. The day is “as wan, as chill, as wild as snow” and seems “mark’d with some hideous crime.” The poet
hopes the hours of the day will progress quickly: “Climb thy thick noon, disastrous day.”
LXXIII
There are many worlds and many things to do within them. The poet thought he needed Hallam here, but
perhaps Hallam has a higher purpose elsewhere.
LXXIV
In his mind’s eye the poet looks on Hallam’s face and sees kinship with “the great of old.” He does not want to
say exactly what he sees, but Death has made “His darkness beautiful with thee.”
LXXV
The poet does not use verse to express his grief even though it brings relief, leaving it to be guessed how great
Hallam was. There is no need to cry out; now “silence will guard thy fame.” Wherever Hallam is now, though,
he is without doubt doing something that is “wrought with tumult of acclaim.”
LXXVI
Using one’s wings of fancy, imagine all of heaven is “sharpen’d to a needle’s end” and all of time can be
glimpsed. Then even the songs of the greatest and most venerated poets are useless and will wither. What then
does that say about the poems of the last fifty years?
LXXVII
There seems little hope for “modern rhyme” when one looks at the vast expanse of time. These poems can serve
small purposes, like binding books or lining boxes, but they are ultimately forgotten. However, the poet says he
will not stop composing them because they give vent to his sorrow: “My darken’d ways / Shall ring with music
all the same; / To breathe my loss is more than fame.”
LXXVIII
It is the second Christmas after Hallam’s death. There is a quiet sense of “something lost,” but loud tears and
expressions of pain are not present. There are games and dance and song. The poet wonders if sorrow truly can
wane, grief “changed to less?” It seems possible to return to life and hope.
LXXIX
Presumably addressing this poem to his brother Charles, the poet brings up a line from one of the earlier poems
in In Memoriam, “More than my brothers are to me.” He tells his brother not to take that too seriously, that
“thou and I are one in kind” and “At one dear knee we proffer’d vows.”
LXXX
The poet says that occasionally he will have a thought that he wishes he had died before Arthur did, and he
realizes that Arthur would have been much more pious than he in the midst of grief. He feels a sense of
contentment in his contemplation of his friend: “Unused examples from the grave / Reach out dead hands to
comfort me.”
LXXXI
The poet wonders whether their friendship had reached its fullest expression, but he doubts this, wondering
whether more years would have “made me love thee more.” On reflection, however, when Arthur was snatched
by Death, it caused immediate attainment of the fullness of their relationship.
LXXXII
The poet no longer feels like he is warring with Death; Hallam’s spirit has left the “ruin’d chrysalis” of his body
and ascended. The poet is confident that “transplanted human worth / Will bloom to profit, otherwhere.” The
only thing he is truly sad about is the fact that they are separated and cannot talk to each other.
LXXXIII
The poet wants the return of Spring, and feels like it is delaying for too long. The longer it delays, it keeps the
sorrow “in my blood”; he wants the “frozen bud” to burst and embrace a fresh song.
LXXXIV
The poet thinks about what life would have been like if Hallam had not died. He would have married Emily and
had boys who would have called him Uncle. Now he sees their “unborn faces shine.” He would have been a
guest at their house, and they would have grown old with silver hair together. Both of their time would run out,
and they would go to the other shore together as “a single soul.” Thinking about these lost possibilities makes
the poet discontented and bitter again.
LXXXV
The poet knows that his earlier line that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all is, for
him, “true in word and tried in deed.” Arthur ascended and was welcomed by the “great Intelligences” above,
while the poet remained anchored to the earth. However, even though he was left alone, he feels “His being
working in mine own, / The footsteps of his life in mine.” He is now able to have other friends. Even though his
heart is “widow’d” he wants to give “the imperfect gift I bring” to new friends. This poem is a turning point.
LXXXVI
Nature is joyous and cleansing; a light wind brushes the fever away from the poet’s cheek and fills him with a
sense of new life. The spirits whisper “Peace.”
LXXXVII
The poet returns to Trinity College, Cambridge, which he and Hallam attended together. He walks past the halls,
hears a roar from afar of rowers, hears the noise of the organs. He comes to the room that used to be Hallam’s; a
new name is there. He remembers his group of friends (the Apostles) and their conversations on life and art.
LXXXVIII
The poet wants the nightingale to tell how sorrow and joy are intertwined and where “the passions meet.” He
feels that this is difficult because he “cannot all command the strings.”
LXXXIX
On the lawn at Somersby with its lovely foliage, Arthur loved to sit in the shadows of the elms. He found joy in
this idyllic retreat, and a circle would draw about him. Sometimes he would read the Tuscan poets, and
occasionally a guest or a sister sang and played the harp. Everyone discussed books and politics and philosophy.
XC
Some people say that if the dead were to come back to life they would find things awry; they would find “an
iron welcome.” Their wives would be with someone else and their sons will have taken over their lands. The
poet acknowledges that “confusion worse than death” might exist, but he still wants Hallam to come back, and
he cannot abide by any thought that this would not be preferable.
XCI
The poet wants Hallam’s spirit to come visit him in the warmth of spring and summer.
XCII
The poet thinks that if he ever had a vision wherein he saw the likeness of Hallam, he would believe it “a canker
of the brain.” He is hesitant to ever really believe that his deceased friend’s spirit could come to him, and that he
would accept it.
XCIII
The poet knows that no spirit has ever left the land where they now reside, and that his senses are not able to
perceive such an occasion if it did occur. However, the spirit may come through a different sense unrelated to
sight or touch or hearing, “where all the nerve of sense is numb.”
XCIV
To commune with the spirit, one must be “pure at heart and sound in head.” If one is in a tumult of the mind, the
spirit can only “listen at the gates, / And hear the household jar within.”
XCV
The poet communes on the lawn with companions, with “the silvery haze of summer drawn.” Old songs are
sung, but eventually the poet is left alone. He feels a sense of hunger and begins reading some of Hallam’s old
letters. He then experiences a mystical trance and finds he cannot put his experience into words. His soul has
communed with Hallam’s on another plane. This poem is considered the climax of the larger work.
XCVI
Someone tells the poet that doubt is from the devil, but he disagrees; he believes that a faith that comes from
doubt and conflict is stronger “than in half the creeds.”
XCVII
The poet compares his relationship with Hallam to that of a simple wife with her abstruse and erudite husband.
She lives a lonely life, and her husband seems so far away. She does not know quite how great he is, and she
only knows about household matters while he “knows a thousand things.” The poet is the wife, earthbound and
human, and Hallam is the husband, existing on another plane and possessed of knowledge he has not yet
attained.
XCVIII
Addressing his brother Charles, who is traveling to Vienna, the poet ruminates on how he never wants to see
that city where Hallam died. For him Evil haunts that city. This contrasts with what Hallam had always told him
about the vivid and lively Austrian capital.
XCIX
It is the anniversary of Hallam’s death again, and the day dawns. Nature is full of growth and movement. There
are others, though, who will mourn as kindred spirits with the poet.
The poet wanders the land of Somersby before he relocates to High Beech, Epping Forest. He feels that every
aspect of the landscape is filled with memories of Hallam, and it pains him to leave it. It feels like “once more
he seems to die.”
CI
The poet reflects on the beloved home in Somersby that he will soon be leaving. He knows that new people will
move there and time will pass and the landscape “grow / Familiar to the stranger’s child.” Eventually the land
will forget him.
CII
The poet continues to reflect on his departure from his beloved home. He walks about the garden paths, and two
spirits debate with each other. One reminds the poet of how he spent his boyhood here in the most pleasant
fashion, and the other reminds him that this was where he resided during the most profound hours of grief after
his friend died. The spirits eventually merge into one “pure image of regret.”
CIII
On the last night before he leaves Somersby, the poet has a vision. He dreams that he and a few maidens,
personifying the Muses/the arts, travel down the river to the sea. This voyage symbolizes the journey from life
to death. The poet meets Hallam, and he and the maidens are allowed to ascend the plank to the great ship where
Hallam waits for them.
CIV
It is the third Christmas since Hallam’s death, and the bells of the poet’s new home are unfamiliar to him. They
sound like strangers’ voices in this new land “where not a memory strays.”
CV
In this strange land on Christmas Eve the poet desires solemn reverence, not wine or dance or feast.
CVI
In this wildly optimistic and hopeful poem, the poet addresses the bells tolling the new year. He calls for them
to “ring in the true,” the “nobler modes of life,” the “love of truth and right,” the “thousand years of peace” and
“the Christ that is to be” while ringing out the false, strife, coldness, sadness, and wars.
CVII
It is Hallam’s birthday; he would have been 27. The poet and others who love him celebrate the day “With
books and music, surely we / Will drink to him, whate’er he be.”
CVIII
The poet is determined not to shut himself off to the world or to “stiffen into stone.” He does not want to be
alone, and he wants to remain alive as a human; after all, sorrow may make one wise.
CIX
Hallam’s greatness was revealed in his “discursive talk.” He was intelligent and impassioned, logical and
hopeful. He had a “High nature amorous of the good,” the perfect fusion of masculinity and “female grace.”
CX
Hallam’s powers of discourse delighted and energized men young and old, and the poet always felt proud to
listen to him. From his love for Hallam comes the vague desire to imitate his friend’s prowess.
CXI
Hallam is a better man than the rest of the churls with their “coltish nature.”
CXII
The poet extols Hallam as one with a higher wisdom and a “novel power.”
CXIII
The poet muses on what great earthly positions—a “potent voice of Parliament,” a “soul on highest mission
sent”—Hallam would have achieved if he had not died.
CXIV
The poet discusses the differences between knowledge and wisdom. Knowledge is much beloved and can do
good work, but she is also childlike and cannot “fight the fear of death.” She needs a higher hand to guide her,
especially as she is “earthly of the mind.” It is wisdom, “heavenly of the soul,” which must direct knowledge to
her purpose.
CXV
Spring has come again, and the poet feels happiness waken within his breast.
CXVI
The keenness of the new April spring does not bring regret, for the departed friend’s voice still comes to him.
He is no longer ruing the loss of the friendship, but looking forward to “some strong bond which is to be.”
CXVII
Time, no matter how it is measured, is not something entirely onerous; it is a way to count down the time until
the poet and Hallam meet again.
CXVIII
The poet reflects on geologic findings and concludes that the seeming randomness of Nature does not mean that
humans are disposable and useless. Man can attain his status as “The herald of a higher race” if he sloughs off
the baser inheritance that comes from his race. This is an important refutation of the poet’s earlier despair over
Nature’s seeming rendering of Man as irrelevant and God as nonexistent.
CXIX
The poet stands before the door’s of Hallam’s old house and remembers how quickly his heart used to beat. He
remembers the early days.
CXX
The poet challenges Science to prove that men are merely “wholly brain, / Magnetic mockeries.” He exults in
the return of his faith in a higher faith. It is an attack on materialism, not evolution.
CXXI
The poet addresses the evening star, Hesper, and the morning star, Phosphor, which are the same thing and the
name for the planet Venus. In love the two are united, as are the poet’s past and present.
CXXII
The poet remembers a previous occasion, perhaps the trance from No. 95, when he felt as if he and Hallam were
one.
CXXIII
The poet contrasts geological changes in the land with the permanence of his spirit in which he dwells and
“[dreams] my dream, and [holds] it true.”
CXXIV
The poet finds God not in the natural world or in the process of rational thought but in feeling, in emotion.
CXXV
Even though some of the things the poet said in his grief were bitter, Hope “never lost her youth.” Hallam is part
of all of the poet’s song. The poet dreams of meeting Hallam again when he leaves to “seek thee on the mystic
deeps.”
CXXVI
The poet says Love is his Lord and King and comforts him by bringing him tidings of his friend.
CXXVII
Religious convulsions may occur, but Hallam looks down and smiles, knowing that things will work out for the
good.
CXVIII
Love became stronger in the poet after Hallam’s death. Everything “as in some piece of art, / Is toil cooperant to
an end.”
CXIX
The poet remembers his dear friend and says that for him, Hallam can never die. Hallam is a mixture of the
human and the divine.
CXXX
The poet feels that everything in Nature and God is permeated with the memory and spirit of Hallam. He feels
his love is fuller and richer now.
CXXXI
Divine will infuses and prevails in all things, and will come to its fruition when “we close with all we loved, /
And all we flow from, soul in soul.”
Epilogue
Although written later than advertised, the poem is written as if the poet writes on the day of his sister Cecilia’s
wedding to Edmund Lushington. He remembers that Hallam loved one of his sisters, too, and foretold how
lovely Cecilia would be. He gives an account of the wedding day and then retires. The moon is bright and silver.
The poet reflects on the ability of men to achieve a higher state and for their race to progress. He thinks of
Hallam, “a noble type” who now “lives in God.”
Analysis
“In Memoriam” is often considered Tennyson’s greatest poetic achievement. It is a stunning and profoundly
moving long poem consisting of a prologue, 131 cantos/stanzas, and an epilogue. It was published in 1850, but
Tennyson began writing the individual poems in 1833 after learning that his closest friend, the young
Cambridge poet Arthur Henry Hallam, had suddenly died at age 22 of a cerebral hemorrhage. Over the course of
seventeen years Tennyson worked on and revised the poems, but he did not initially intend to publish them as
one long work.
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When he prepared “In Memoriam” (initially planning on calling it “The Way of the Soul”) for publication,
Tennyson placed the poems in an order to suit the major thematic progressions of the work; thus, the poems as
published are not in the order in which they were written. Even with the reordering of the poems, there is no
single unified theme. Grief, loss and renewal of faith, survival, and other themes compete with one another.
The work is notoriously difficult, and it is unclear how much other poets have appreciated it. T.S. Eliot stated
that it is “the most unapproachable of all [Tennyson’s] poems.” Charlotte Bronte commented that she closed it
halfway through, and that “it is beautiful; it is mournful; it is monotonous.” The poem has also brought
tremendous comfort to those who seek within its lines a way to assuage and eventually come out of their grief.
Queen Victoria famously told Tennyson that it was much comfort to her after her husband, Prince Albert,
passed away.
The poem partly belongs to the genre of elegy, which is a poem occasioned by the death of a person. The
standard elegy includes ceremonial mourning for the deceased, extolling his virtues, and seeking consolation for
his death. Other famous elegies, to which In Memoriam is often compared, include John Milton’s Lycidas,
Shelley’s Adonais, and Wordsworth’s “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d.” The epilogue is also an
epithalamion, or a classical wedding celebration poem. The stanzas of the poems have uneven lengths but have
a very regular poetic meter. The style, which Tennyson used to such great effect that it is now called the “In
Memoriam stanza,” consists of tetrameter quatrains rhymed abba. The lines are short, and the rhythm is strict,
which imparts a sense of stasis as well as labor to move from one line to the next.
In terms of structure, Tennyson once remarked that the poem was organized around the three celebrations of
Christmas that occur. Other scholars point to different forms of structure. According to scholars A.C. Bradley
and E.D.H. Johnson, cantos 1-27 are poems of despair/ungoverned sense/subjective; cantos 28-77 are poems of
mind governing sense/despair/objective; cantos 78-102 are poems of spirit governing mind/doubt/subjective;
and cantos 103-31 are spirit harmonizing sense and spirit/objective. In terms of the structure of Tennyson’s
thoughts on the meaning of poetry, the scholars find a four-part division: poetry as release from emotion, poetry
as release from thought, poetry as self-realization, and poetry as mission/prophecy. Canto 95 is seen, from this
view, as the climax of the poem.
The most conspicuous theme in the poem is, of course, grief. The poet’s emotional progression from utter
despair to hopefulness fits into the structure observed by the scholars. The early poems are incredibly personal
and bleak. Tennyson feels abandoned and lost. He cannot sleep and personifies the cruelty of Sorrow, “Priestess
in the vaults of Death.” He wonders if poetry is capable of expressing his loss. He wanders by his friend’s old
house, sick with sadness. Memory is oppressive. Nature herself seems hostile, chaotic. His grief has a
concomitant in a lack of religious faith.
However, as the poems proceed, the poet begins to grapple with his grief and find ways to move beyond it. He
learns, as scholar Joseph Becker writes, to “experience deeper layers of grief so that he may transcend the
limitations of time and space that Hallam’s death represents.” He has learned to love better and embrace his

sorrow, which he now personifies as a wife, not a mistress. He learns that Hallam, while once his
flesh-and-blood friend whom he misses dearly, is now a transcendent spiritual being, something the human race
can aspire to become. Although Tennyson will never fully recover from the loss of Hallam, he can move
forward; the wedding of his other sister establishes this result for him.
One of the reasons why the poem is so lauded by critics is its engagement with some contemporary Victorian
religious and scientific debates and discourses. Tennyson is dealing not only with his sorrow over Hallam’s
death, but also with the lack of religious faith that came with it. He wonders what the point of life is if man’s
individual soul is not immortal after death. His emotions vacillate between doubt and faith. He eventually comes
to terms with the fact that Hallam may be gone in bodily form, but that he is a perfect spiritual being whose
consciousness endures past his death. Becker writes that Tennyson experiences “renewed faith ... that both
individual and human survival are predicated on spiritual rather than physical terms.”
Also, significantly, he ruminates over the new scientific findings of the age, which are forerunners of Charles
Darwin’s theory of evolution. In particular, Charles Lyell’s Principles of Geology (1846) undermined the
biblical story of creation. Several of the cantos deal with the ideas of the randomness and brutality of Nature
towards man. Canto LVI has the poet anguishing, “So careful of the type? But no. / From scarped cliff and
quarried stone / She cries, ‘A thousand types are gone: / I care for nothing, all shall go.’” One of the most
famous lines in the English language, “Nature, red in tooth and claw,” is also in this canto.
Tennyson grapples with what all of this means in terms of his religious faith as well as in the context of his loss;
death is very, very long. The critic William Flesch observes, “Tennyson feels the utter oppressiveness of the
emptiness and vacuity of time that Lyell has so devastatingly demonstrated. Within that, he feels the pain of his
mourning for Hallam, a pain that may be sometimes intermittent but is always at the core of his being.”
Ultimately, though, the fact that love prevails and persists in the vastness of Nature gives Tennyson the hope he
needs to place his faith in transcendence and salvation once more. The poet never rejected the actual findings of
Lyell and others, but he certainly saw them as only partial answers to the mysteries of the universe and believed
God still cared very much for human beings and that there was hope for such humans to attain a higher state.

Related Links
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/alfred-tennyson
Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Poetry Foundation's page on the author; a thorough biography and bibliography are
included.
http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/tennyson/index.html
Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Victorian Web's extremely useful and thorough guide to the poet and his poetry. An
excellent resource.
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/587422/Alfred-Lord-Tennyson
Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Encyclopedia Britannica page on the poet.
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/143040/Crimean-War
Crimean War Encyclopedia Brittanica on the Crimean War in which the "Light Brigade" fought.
http://www.online-literature.com/tennyson/
Lord Alfred Tennyson The Literature Network's page, with a short biography and links to major poems.
http://classics.mit.edu/Homer/odyssey.9.ix.html
The Odyssey, Book IX The part of Homer's Odyssey where Odysseus (Ulysses) and his men meet the
Lotus-eaters, "who did them no hurt, but gave them to eat of the lotus, which was so delicious that those who ate
of it left off caring about home, and did not even want to go back and say what had happened to them, but were
for staying and munching lotus with the Lotus-eater without thinking further of their return."
http://diamond.boisestate.edu/gas/princess_ida/html/
Princess Ida "Princess Ida" information from the Gilbert and Sullivan Archive at Boise State University.
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