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. Hawarden
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 24. The Misery is Greater, as I Live!
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 2. It Ended
4. Empdeocles
5. A Later Alexandrian

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