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Charles Kingsley (Чарльз Кингсли)


To G.A.G.


A hasty jest I once let fall-
As jests are wont to be, untrue-
As if the sum of joy to you
Were hunt and picnic, rout and ball.

Your eyes met mine: I did not blame;
You saw it: but I touched too near
Some noble nerve; a silent tear
Spoke soft reproach, and lofty shame.

I do not wish those words unsaid.
Unspoilt by praise and pleasure, you
In that one look to woman grew,
While with a child, I thought, I played.

Next to mine own beloved so long!
I have not spent my heart in vain.
I watched the blade; I see the grain;
A woman's soul, most soft, yet strong.


Eversley, 1856. 



Charles Kingsley's other poems:
  1. Down to the Mothers
  2. Frank Leigh's Song
  3. The Weird Lady
  4. The Last Buccaneer
  5. Ode on the Istallation of the Duke of Devonshire


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