I’ve seen this kicking around a bit on here. At first I thought aww, followed swiftly by ’that’s disturbingly obsessive’ followed even more swiftly by hmmmm. (The profundity of my thought processes huh). You don’t have to be a Tennyson scholar (in fact you could just have read a quarter of one poem like me) to think that this is unlikelyly schmaltz.
So I went on google for one minute and I am not the only one to whom this has occurred. In fact some proper forensic research has been done by another suspicious party and it turns out that the earliest traceable outing for this little bit of romance was in a Valentine’s Day message in a California newspaper from Steve to Theresa in 1985. Over the years, by some convoluted process, the quote got reprinted in greetings cards and even turned up in those nonsense Chicken Soup for the Soul books which proliferate in the US. By now, some woman was credited with being the author (not poor Steve from whom I reckon she nicked it, the scamp). And then, eventually, in the mid 2000s someone, somewhere said it was by Tennyson, presumably to give their wedding vows (and by now apparently there wasn’t a wedding in the US which didn’t feature these words at its very heart) some intellectual heft. And it stuck, so that by 2011, the BBC (the BBC!) featured this as one of the ‘all time great Tennyson quotes’. It’s still online today people! And all round the globe people are shoving this beautiful Alfred Lord Tennyson quote onto their wedding invitations or the headstones of their beloved when really it was what sweet Steve penned to Theresa. Which, because I am a bad person, I find hilarious.
Not sure what the point of all this is but to say that this has made me question my belief that everything you read on the internet is true #fakenews #sometimestheinternetiswrong #sosorry #checkyoursources #schmaltz #notTennyson #butSteve