George Meredith

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

Song (Untitled #8) - Poem by George Meredith

No, no, the falling blossom is no sign
Of loveliness destroy'd and sorrow mute;
The blossom sheds its loveliness divine; -
Its mission is to prophecy the fruit.

Nor is the day of love for ever dead,
When young enchantment and romance are gone;
The veil is drawn, but all the future dread
Is lightened by the finger of the dawn.

Love moves with life along a darker way,
They cast a shadow and they call it death:
But rich is the fulfilment of their day;
The purer passion and the firmer faith.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010



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