George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Marian

I

She can be as wise as we,
And wiser when she wishes;
She can knit with cunning wit,
And dress the homely dishes.
She can flourish staff or pen,
And deal a wound that lingers;
She can talk the talk of men,
And touch with thrilling fingers.

II

Match her ye across the sea,
Natures fond and fiery;
Ye who zest the turtle's nest
With the eagle's eyrie.
Soft and loving is her soul,
Swift and lofty soaring;
Mixing with its dove-like dole
Passionate adoring.

III

Such a she who'll match with me?
In flying or pursuing,
Subtle wiles are in her smiles
To set the world a-wooing.
She is steadfast as a star,
And yet the maddest maiden:
She can wage a gallant war,
And give the peace of Eden. 

1. Mother to Babe
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 41. How Many a Thing which We Cast to the Ground
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 23. 'Tis Christmas Weather
5. Nature and Life

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