George Meredith

(12 February 1828 – 18 May 1909 / Portsmouth, England)

The Year's Shreddings - Poem by George Meredith

The varied colours are a fitful heap:
They pass in constant service though they sleep;
The self gone out of them, therewith the pain:
Read that, who still to spell our earth remain.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010



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