George Meredith Poems
|281.||Modern Love Xxxiii: In Paris, At The Louvre||1/3/2003|
|282.||Love In The Valley||1/3/2003|
|283.||By Morning Twilight||4/14/2010|
|284.||Modern Love Iii: This Was The Woman||1/3/2003|
|285.||Dirge In Woods||1/3/2003|
|287.||Modern Love V: A Message From Her||1/3/2003|
|288.||Modern Love Xxvi: Love Ere He Bleeds||1/3/2003|
|289.||Ask, Is Love Divine||4/14/2010|
|290.||Modern Love L: Thus Piteously Love||1/3/2003|
|291.||The Lark Ascending||4/15/2010|
|292.||Modern Love I: By This He Knew She Wept||1/3/2003|
|294.||Lucifer In Starlight||1/3/2003|
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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 ...
MARK where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like,
Its skeleton shadow on the broad-back'd wave!
Here is a fitting spot to dig Love's grave;
Here where the ponderous breakers plunge and strike,
And dart their hissing tongues high up the sand:
In hearing of the ocean, and in sight
Of those ribb'd wind-streaks running into white.
If I the death of Love had deeply plann'd,
I never could have made it half so sure,