George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Modern Love. Sonnet 46. At Last We Parley

At last we parley: we so strangely dumb
In such a close communion! It befell
About the sounding of the Matin-bell,
And lo! her place was vacant, and the hum
Of loneliness was round me. Then I rose,
And my disordered brain did guide my foot
To that old wood where our first love-salute
Was interchanged: the source of many throes!
There did I see her, not alone. I moved
Toward her, and made proffer of my arm.
She took it simply, with no rude alarm;
And that disturbing shadow passed reproved.
I felt the pained speech coming, and declared
My firm belief in her, ere she could speak.
A ghastly morning came into her cheek,
While with a widening soul on me she stared.

1. Modern Love. Sonnet 41. How Many a Thing which We Cast to the Ground
2. Mother to Babe
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 23. 'Tis Christmas Weather
5. Nature and Life

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