George Meredith Poems
|282.||Union In Disseverance||4/15/2010|
|283.||Unknown Fair Faces||4/15/2010|
|285.||When I Would Imagine||4/15/2010|
|286.||Whimper Of Sympathy||4/15/2010|
|287.||Will O' The Wisp||4/15/2010|
|288.||Wind On The Lyre||4/15/2010|
|291.||Woodman And Echo||4/15/2010|
|293.||Youth In Age||4/15/2010|
|294.||Youth In Memory||4/15/2010|
Modern Love I: By This He Knew She Wept
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:
That, at his hand's light quiver by her head,
The strange low sobs that shook their common bed
Were called into her with a sharp surprise,
And strangled mute, like little gaping snakes,
Dreadfully venomous to him. She lay
Stone-still, and the long darkness flowed away
With muffled pulses. Then, as midnight makes
Her giant heart of Memory and Tears
Drink the pale drug of silence, and so beat
Sleep's heavy measure, they from head to feet
Were moveless, looking through their dead black years,
By vain regret scrawled ...
Lucifer In Starlight
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.
Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend
Above the rolling ball in cloud part screened,
Where sinners hugged their spectre of repose.
Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those.
And now upon his western wing he leaned,
Now his huge bulk o'er Afric's sands careened,
Now the black planet shadowed Arctic snows.
Soaring through wider zones that pricked his scars