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George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)


Modern Love. Sonnet 13. I Play for Seasons


'I play for Seasons; not Eternities!'
Says Nature, laughing on her way. 'So must
All those whose stake is nothing more than dust!'
And lo, she wins, and of her harmonies
She is full sure! Upon her dying rose,
She drops a look of fondness, and goes by,
Scarce any retrospection in her eye;
For she the laws of growth most deeply knows,
Whose hands bear, here, a seed-bag -- there, an urn.
Pledges she herself to aught, 'twould mark her end!
This lesson of our only visible friend,
Can we not teach our foolish hearts to learn?
Yes! yes! -- but, oh, our human rose is fair
Surpassingly! Lose calmly Love's great bliss,
When the renewed for ever of a kiss
Whirls life within the shower of loosened hair!



George Meredith's other poems:
  1. On Como
  2. Atkins
  3. At The Funeral
  4. Modern Love. Sonnet 12. Not Solely that the Future She Destroys
  5. Empdeocles


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