George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Modern Love. Sonnet 13. I Play for Seasons

'I play for Seasons; not Eternities!'
Says Nature, laughing on her way. 'So must
All those whose stake is nothing more than dust!'
And lo, she wins, and of her harmonies
She is full sure! Upon her dying rose,
She drops a look of fondness, and goes by,
Scarce any retrospection in her eye;
For she the laws of growth most deeply knows,
Whose hands bear, here, a seed-bag -- there, an urn.
Pledges she herself to aught, 'twould mark her end!
This lesson of our only visible friend,
Can we not teach our foolish hearts to learn?
Yes! yes! -- but, oh, our human rose is fair
Surpassingly! Lose calmly Love's great bliss,
When the renewed for ever of a kiss
Whirls life within the shower of loosened hair!

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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