[2] Carketh. Here used transitively, “troubles,” though in Old English it is generally intransitive, meaning to be careful or thoughtful; it is from the Anglo-Saxon _Carian_; it became obsolete in the seventeenth century. The substantive cark, trouble or anxiety, is generally in Old English coupled with “care”. [3] Self-pleached, self-entangled or intertwined. _Cf_. Shakespeare, “pleached bower,” _Much Ado_, iii., i., 7. [4] 1830. “_Long purples_,” thus marking that the phrase is borrowed from Shakespeare, _Hamlet_, iv., vii., 169:— and _long purples_ That liberal shepherds give a grosser name. It is the purple-flowered orchis, _orchis mascula_. [5] 1830. Through. [6] Balm cricket, the tree cricket; _balm_ is a corruption of _baum_. Love and Death First printed in 1830. What time the mighty moon was gathering light[1] Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise, And all about him roll’d his lustrous eyes; When, turning round a cassia, full in view Death, walking all alone beneath a yew, And talking to himself, first met his sight: “You must begone,” said Death, “these walks are mine”. Love wept and spread his sheeny vans[2] for flight; Yet ere he parted said, “This hour is thine; Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath, So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death; The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall, But I shall reign for ever over all”.[3] [1] The expression is Virgil’s, _Georg_., i., 427: “Luna revertentes cum primum _colligit ignes_”. [2] Vans used also for “wings” by Milton, _Paradise Lost_, ii., 927-8:— His sail-broad _vans_ He spreads for flight. So also Tasso, _Ger. Lib_., ix., 60: “Indi spiega al gran volo i _vanni_ aurati”. [3] _Cf. Lockley Hall Sixty Years After_: “Love will conquer at the last”. The Ballad of Oriana First published in 1830, not in 1833. This fine ballad was evidently suggested by the old ballad of Helen of Kirkconnel, both poems being based on a similar incident, and both being the passionate soliloquy of the bereaved lover, though Tennyson’s treatment of the subject is his own. Helen of Kirkconnel was one of the poems which he was fond of reciting, and Fitzgerald says that he used also to recite this poem, in a way not to be forgotten, at Cambridge tables. _Life_, i., p. 77. My heart is wasted with my woe, Oriana. There is no rest for me below, Oriana. When the long dun wolds are ribb’d with snow, And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow, Oriana, Alone I wander to and fro, Oriana. Ere the light on dark was growing, Oriana, At midnight the cock was crowing, Oriana: Winds were blowing, waters flowing, We heard the steeds to battle going, Oriana; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing, Oriana. In the yew-wood black as night, Oriana, Ere I rode into the fight, Oriana, While blissful tears blinded my sight By star-shine and by moonlight, Oriana, I to thee my troth did plight, Oriana.