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|
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
With memory of the old revolt from Awe,
He reached a middle height, and at the stars,
Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank.
Around the ancient ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes:
By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage.
It's nigh my last above the daisies:
My next leaf'll be man's blank page.
Yes, my old girl! and it's no use crying:
Juggler, constable, king, must bow.
One that outjuggles all's been spying
Long to have me, and he has me now.