George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Modern Love. Sonnet 10. But where Began the Change

But where began the change; and what's my crime?
The wretch condemned, who has not been arraigned,
Chafes at his sentence. Shall I, unsustained,
Drag on Love's nerveless body thro' all time?
I must have slept, since now I wake. Prepare,
You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods:
Not like hard life, of laws. In Love's deep woods,
I dreamt of loyal Life: -- The offence is there!
Love's jealous woods about the sun are curled;
At least the sun far brighter there did beam. --
My crime is, that the puppet of a dream,
I plotted to be worthy of the world.
Oh, had I with my darling helped to mince
The facts of life, you still had seen me go
With hindward feather and with forward toe,
Her much-adored delightful Fairy Prince! 

1. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 16. In our Old Shipwrecked Days
3. Empdeocles
4. Unknown Fair Faces
5. My Theme

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