George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Unknown Fair Faces

Violets, shy violets!
How many hearts with you compare!
Who hide themselves in thickest green,
And thence, unseen,
Ravish the enraptured air
With sweetness, dewy fresh and rare!

Violets, shy violets!
Human hearts to me shall be
Viewless violets in the grass,
And as I pass,
Odours and sweet imagery
Will wait on mine and gladden me! 

1. Modern Love. Sonnet 23. 'Tis Christmas Weather
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 27. Distraction is the Panacea, Sir!
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 8. Yet it was Plain She Struggled, and that Salt
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 46. At Last We Parley
5. A Ballad of Past Meridian

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