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. Modern Love. Sonnet 22. What May the Woman Labour to Confess?
2. The Call
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 35. It is no Vulgar Nature
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 39. She Yields: my Lady in her Noblest Mood
5. Modern Love. Sonnet 16. In our Old Shipwrecked Days

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