Wimpole Street, Part 2 of 7

(Alfred, Lord Tennyson, the greatest of Victorian poets, formed a very close relationship with Arthur Hallam and frequently visited the Hallam home in Wimpole Street. After Hallam's sudden death, Tennyson frequently returned to the house, and stood weeping in the street.) Tears, Idle Tears When two young men are close – are more than friends, perhaps? – as Tennyson and Hallam were, and with one’s sudden death, the friendship ends, what may we (faced with morbid grief) infer? That Arthur bore the promise of the age is well attested. But was taken young. Is sorrow something simply to assuage, or are there deeper wellsprings? Alfred clung unhealthily to his. The morning rain would lash him as he stood there, hat in hand, in front of sixty-seven, drenched in pain he neither could discharge nor understand: abandoned lover, feverish and thin, with salty raindrops dripping from his chin.