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.
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.