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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 8. Yet it was Plain She Struggled, and that Salt
  2. Modern Love. Sonnet 32. Full Faith I Have She Holds that Rarest Gift
  3. The Call
  4. Unknown Fair Faces
  5. Modern Love. Sonnet 33. In Paris, at the Louvre


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