Sonnet Xliii. The Malvern Hills, March 12, 1835. Poem by Henry Alford

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 under the night--planet's lavish shine
We stood in joy, and blessed that rillet clear;
Such joy unwarning comes and quickly parts,
But lives deep--rooted in our ``heart of hearts.''