George Meredith

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

Song (Untitled #2) - Poem by George Meredith

The moon is alone in the sky
As thou in my soul;
The sea takes her image to lie
Where the white ripples roll
All night in a dream,
With the light of her beam,
Hushedly, mournfully, mistily up to the shore.
The pebbles speak low
In the ebb and the flow,
As I when thy voice came at intervals, tuned to adore:
Nought other stirred
Save my heart all unheard
Beating to bliss that is past evermore.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010



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