Poem by George Meredith

Youth in Age

Once I was part of the music I heard
On the boughs or sweet between earth and sky,
For joy of the beating of wings on high
My heart shot into the breast of the bird.

I hear it now and I see it fly,
And a life in wrinkles again is stirred,
My heart shoots into the breast of the bird,
As it will for sheer love till the last long sigh. 

1. A Ballad of Past Meridian
2. Alternation
3. At the Funeral
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 7. She Issues Radiant from Her Dressing-room
5. Modern Love. Sonnet 31. This Golden Head has Wit in it

Maria Jewsbury Youth in Age ("I pass")

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