George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Modern Love. Sonnet 28. I Must be Flattered

I must be flattered. The imperious
Desire speaks out. Lady, I am content
To play with you the game of Sentiment,
And with you enter on paths perilous;
But if across your beauty I throw light,
To make it threefold, it must be all mine.
First secret; then avowed. For I must shine
Envied, -- I, lessened in my proper sight!
Be watchful of your beauty, Lady dear!
How much hangs on that lamp you cannot tell.
Most earnestly I pray you, tend it well:
And men shall see me as a burning sphere;
And men shall mark you eyeing me, and groan
To be the God of such a grand sunflower!
I feel the promptings of Satanic power,
While you do homage unto me alone.

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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