Poems — Volume 1 by George Meredith
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page 54 of 256 (21%)
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All the air was thrill'd with sunrise, Birds made music of her name, And the god-impregnate water Claspt her image ere she came. Richer for that glance unconscious! Dearer for that soft dismay! And the sudden self-possession! And the smile as bright as day! Plunging 'mid her scattered tresses, With her blue invoking eyes; See her like a star descending! Like a rosebud see her rise! Like a rosebud in the morning Dashing off its jewell'd dews, Ere unfolding all its fragrance It is gathered by the muse! Beauteous in the foamy laughter Bubbling round her shrinking waist, Lo! from locks and lips and eyelids Rain the glittering pearl-drops chaste! And about the maiden rapture Still the ruddy ripples play'd, Ebbing round in startled circlets When her arms began to wade; |
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