GEORGE MEREDITH

Soft new beech-leaves, up to beamy April

Spreading bough on bough a primrose mountain, -you Lucid in the moon, raise lilies to the skyfields,

Youngest green transfused in silver shining through : Fairer than the lily, than the wild white cherry :

Fair as in image my seraph love appears Borne to me by dreams when dawn is at my eyelids :

Fair as in the flesh she swims to me on tears.

��Could I find a place to be alone with heaven,

I would speak my heart out : heaven is my need. Every woodland tree is flushing like the dogwood,

Flashing like the whitebeam, swaying like the reed. Flushing like the dogwood crimson in October ;

Streaming like the flag-reed South-west blown ; Flashing as in gusts the sudden-lighted whitebeam:

All seem to know what is for heaven alone.

��77 j. Thoebus with Admetus

YVTHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked,

^^ Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who the steer had yoked,

Who : and what a track show'd the upturn'd sod ! Mindful were the shepherds, as now the noon severe

Bent a burning eyebrow to brown evetide, How the rustic flute drew the silver to the sphere, Sister of his own, till her rays fell wide. God ! of whom music And song and blood are pure, The day is never darken'd That had thee here obscure.

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