The work of resignation in the mourner's heart is here acknowledged. In
Poem vii. he represents himself as standing, "like a guilty thing," at the
door of the London house where they used to meet, and he was then all sad
and comfortless.
But now he revisits the spot, at the same early hour, and his feelings
have changed and have become reconciled and hopeful. He smells "the
meadow in the street," the waggon loads of hay and clover coming in from
the country.
Wimpole Street is here again described, with morning breaking over the
housetops:
"I see
Betwixt the black fronts long-withdrawn
A light blue lane of early dawn."
It was at No. 67 in this street that Mr. Hallam lived, and wrote his great
historical works; and his son Arthur used to say, "We are always to be
found at sixes and sevens."
All is now welcome:
"I think of early days and thee,
And bless thee, for thy lips are bland,
And bright the friendship of thine eye;
And in my thoughts with scarce a sigh
I take the pressure of thine hand."