Poem by George Meredith

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Between the fountain and the rill
I passed, and saw the mighty will
To leap at sky; the careless run,
As earth would lead her little son.

Beneath them throbs an urgent well,
That here is play, and there is war.
I know not which had most to tell
Of whence we spring and what we are. 

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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