George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Mother To Babe

I

Fleck of sky you are,
Dropped through branches dark,
O my little one, mine!
Promise of the star,
Outpour of the lark;
Beam and song divine.

II

See this precious gift,
Steeping in new birth
All my being, for sign
Earth to heaven can lift,
Heaven descend on earth,
Both in one be mine!

III

Life in light you glass
When you peep and coo,
You, my little one, mine!
Brooklet chirps to grass,
Daisy looks in dew
Up to dear sunshine. 

1. On Como
2. Atkins
3. At The Funeral
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 12. Not Solely that the Future She Destroys
5. Empdeocles

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