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George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)


Modern Love. Sonnet 30. What are We First?


What are we first? First, animals; and next
Intelligences at a leap; on whom
Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb,
And all that draweth on the tomb for text.
Into which state comes Love, the crowning sun:
Beneath whose light the shadow loses form.
We are the lords of life, and life is warm.
Intelligence and instinct now are one.
But nature says: 'My children most they seem
When they least know me: therefore I decree
That they shall suffer.' Swift doth young Love flee,
And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream.
Then if we study Nature we are wise.
Thus do the few who live but with the day:
The scientific animals are they. --
Lady, this is my sonnet to your eyes.



George Meredith's other poems:
  1. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination
  2. Modern Love. Sonnet 40. I Bade my Lady Think what She Might Mean
  3. Modern Love. Sonnet 16. In our Old Shipwrecked Days
  4. Unknown Fair Faces
  5. My Theme


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