Alice Meynell

(22 September 1847 - 27 November 1922 / London)

The Return to Nature.


(I) PROMETHEUS 1-
IT was the south : mid-everything,
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Mid-land, mid-summer, noon ;
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And deep within a limpid spring
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The mirrored sun of June.

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Splendour in freshness ! Ah, who stole
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This sun, this fire, from heaven?
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He holds it shining in his soul,
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Prometheus the forgiven.


(II) THETIS2-
In her bright title poets dare
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What the wild eye of fancy sees --
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Similitude -- the clear, the fair
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Light mystery of images.

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Round the blue sea I love the best
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The argent foam played, slender, fleet ;
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I saw -- past Wordsworth and the rest --
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Her natural, Greek, and silver feet.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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