George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Unknown Fair Faces

Violets, shy violets!
How many hearts with you compare!
Who hide themselves in thickest green,
And thence, unseen,
Ravish the enraptured air
With sweetness, dewy fresh and rare!

Violets, shy violets!
Human hearts to me shall be
Viewless violets in the grass,
And as I pass,
Odours and sweet imagery
Will wait on mine and gladden me! 

1. My Theme
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination
3. Atkins
4. The State of Age
5. Modern Love. Sonnet 12. Not Solely that the Future She Destroys

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