Poem by George Meredith

Appreciation

Earth was not Earth before her sons appeared,
Nor Beauty Beauty ere young Love was born:
And thou when I lay hidden wast as morn
At city-windows, touching eyelids bleared;
To none by her fresh wingedness endeared;
Unwelcome unto revellers outworn.
I the last echoes of Diana's horn
In woodland heard, and saw thee come, and cheered.
No longer wast thou then mere light, fair soul!
And more than simple duty moved thy feet.
New colours rose in thee, from fear, from shame,
From hope, effused: though not less pure a scroll
May men read on the heart I taught to beat:
That change in thee, if not thyself, I claim. 

1. Modern Love. Sonnet 24. The Misery is Greater, as I Live!
2. Hawarden
3. On Como
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 2. It Ended
5. Empdeocles

Ella Wilcox Appreciation ("They prize not most the opulence of June")

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