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Poem by George Meredith


Dirge in Woods


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. 



George Meredith


George Meredith's other poems:
  1. Modern Love. Sonnet 40. I Bade my Lady Think what She Might Mean
  2. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination
  3. Modern Love. Sonnet 39. She Yields: my Lady in her Noblest Mood
  4. Modern Love. Sonnet 41. How Many a Thing which We Cast to the Ground
  5. A Later Alexandrian


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