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George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)


Modern Love. Sonnet 11. Out in the Yellow Meadows


Out in the yellow meadows, where the bee
Hums by us with the honey of Spring,
And showers of sweet notes from the larks on wing,
Are dropping like a noon-dew, wander we.
Or is it now? or was it then? for now,
As then, the larks from running rings pour showers:
The golden foot of May is on the flowers,
And friendly shadows dance upon her brow.
What's this, when Nature swears there is no change
To challange eyesight? Now, as then, the grace
Of heaven seems holding earth in its embrace.
Nor eyes, nor heart, has she to feel it strange?
Look, woman, in the West. There wilt thou see
An amber cradle near the sun's decline:
Within it, featured even in death divine,
Is lying a dead infant, slain by thee.



George Meredith's other poems:
  1. Modern Love. Sonnet 31. This Golden Head has Wit in it
  2. Modern Love. Sonnet 20. I am not of those Miserable Males
  3. The Main Regret
  4. Modern Love. Sonnet 24. The Misery is Greater, as I Live!
  5. Modern Love. Sonnet 19. No State is Enviable


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