A wind sways the pines,
And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and over the lines
Of the roots here and there.
The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead
Rushes life in a race,
As the clouds the clouds chase;
And we go,
And we drop like the fruits of the tree,
Even we,
Even so.
Dirge in Woods
About the poet
George Meredith
George Meredith (12 February 1828 – 18 May 1909) was an English novelist and poet of the Victorian era. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature seven times. His novels are noted for their wit, brilliant dialogue, and aphoristic quality of language.…
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Love Is Winged For Two
'Love is winged for two,
A Ballad Of Past Meridian
ILast night returning from my twilight walk
A Certain People
As Puritans they prominently wax,And none more kindly gives and takes hard knocks.
A Faith On Trial
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gate
A Garden Idyl
With sagest craft Arachne workedHer web, and at a corner lurked,
