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|
Long with us, now she leaves us; she has rest
Beneath our sacred sod:
A woman vowed to Good, whom all attest,
The daylight gift of God.
Love In The Valley
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward,
Couched with her arms behind her golden head,
Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly,
Lies my young love sleeping in the shade.
Had I the heart to slide an arm beneath her,
Press her parting lips as her waist I gather slow,
Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me:
Then would she hold me and never let me go?