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George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)


Modern Love. Sonnet 47. We Saw the Swallows Gathering in the Sky


We saw the swallows gathering in the sky,
And in the osier-isle we heard them noise.
We had not to look back on summer joys,
Or forward to a summer of bright dye:
But in the largeness of the evening earth
Our spirits grew as we went side by side.
The hour became her husband and my bride.
Love that had robbed us so, thus blessed our dearth!
The pilgrims of the year waxed very loud
In multitudinous chatterings, as the flood
Full brown came from the West, and like pale blood
Expanded to the upper crimson cloud.
Love that had robbed us of immortal things,
This little moment mercifully gave,
Where I have seen across the twilight wave
The swan sail with her young beneath her wings.



George Meredith's other poems:
  1. Modern Love. Sonnet 41. How Many a Thing which We Cast to the Ground
  2. Unknown Fair Faces
  3. Modern Love. Sonnet 40. I Bade my Lady Think what She Might Mean
  4. Modern Love. Sonnet 16. In our Old Shipwrecked Days
  5. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination


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