Poem by George Meredith

Hawarden

When comes the lighted day for men to read
Life's meaning, with the work before their hands
Till this good gift of breath from debt is freed,
Earth will not hear her children's wailful bands
Deplore the chieftain fall'n in sob and dirge;
Nor they look where is darkness, but on high.
The sun that dropped down our horizon's verge,
Illumes his labours through the travelled sky,
Now seen in sum, most glorious; and 'tis known
By what our warrior wrought we hold him fast.
A splendid image built of man has flown;
His deeds inspired of God outstep a Past.
Ours the great privilege to have had one
Among us who celestial tasks has done. 

1. Modern Love. Sonnet 12. Not Solely that the Future She Destroys
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 39. She Yields: my Lady in her Noblest Mood
3. Bellerophon
4. A Later Alexandrian
5. Joy Is Fleet

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