Poetry Again - Arthur Henry Hallam "Written at Caudebec in Normandy"

WHEN life is crazy in my limbs,
And hope is gone astray,
And in my soul’s December fade
The love-thoughts of its May,
One spot of earth is left to me
Will warm my heart again:
’T is Caudebec and Mailleraie
On the pleasant banks of Seine.

The dark wood’s crownal on the hill,
The river curving bright,
The graceful barks that rest or play,
Pure creatures of delight,—
O, these are shows by nature given
To warm old hearts again,
At Caudebec and Mailleraie
On the pleasant banks of Seine.

The Tuscan’s land, I loved it well,
And the Switzer’s clime of snow,
And many a bliss me there befell
I nevermore can know:
But for quiet joy of nature’s own
To warm the heart again,
Give me Caudebec and Mailleraie
On the pleasant banks of Seine.
~Arthur Henry Hallam

Poet Arthur Henry Hallam (1811-1833) was a central figure in a group of intellectuals known as the Cambridge Apostles, a (now famous) secret society. Alfred Tennyson was a member of the same group. Hallam died suddenly at the age of 23 and was the subject of Tennyson’s poem In Memoriam." Hallam is thus remembered mainly as a footnote to Tennyson, but left a substantial amount of his own poetry.

The above poem caught my eye because of the title "Written at Caudebec in Normandy." Caudebec is a family name (although my ancestors have not actually been traced to the village of Caudebec). I like the poem too.
"But for quiet joy of nature’s own
To warm the heart again,"
It makes me wish to visit there. 

Note: I am going to learn more about the Cambridge Apostles.

Something else I learned: Tennyson named his son Hallam.