Poem by George Meredith

Modern Love. Sonnet 40. I Bade my Lady Think what She Might Mean

I bade my Lady think what she might mean.
Know I my meaning, I? Can I love one,
And yet be jealous of another? None
Commits such folly. Terrible Love, I ween,
Has might, even dead, half sighing to upheave
The lightless seas of selfishness amain:
Seas that in a man's heart have no rain
To fall and still them. Peace can I achieve
By turning to this fountain-source of woe,
This woman, who's to Love as fire to wood?
She breathed the violet breath of maidenhood
Against my kisses once! but I say, No!
The thing is mocked at! Helplessly afloat,
I know not what I do, whereto I strive,
The dread that my old love may be alive,
Has seized my nursling new love by the throat.

1. Hawarden
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 24. The Misery is Greater, as I Live!
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 2. It Ended
4. Empdeocles
5. Modern Love. Sonnet 7. She Issues Radiant from Her Dressing-room

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