Poems and Lyrics of the Joy of Earth. George Meredith

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СКАЧАТЬ Guides the channel, guards the well:

       Tempered holds the young blood-heat,

       Yet through measured grave accord,

       Hears the heart of wildness beat

       Like a centaur's hoof on sward.

       Drink the sense the notes infuse,

       You a larger self will find:

       Sweetest fellowship ensues

       With the creatures of your kind.

       Ay, and Love, if Love it be

       Flaming over I and ME, Love meet they who do not shove Cravings in the van of Love. Courtly dames are here to woo, Knowing love if it be true. Reverence the blossom-shoot Fervently, they are the fruit. Mark them stepping, hear them talk,

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      Goddess, is no myth inane,

       You will say of those who walk

       In the woods of Westermain.

       Waters that from throat and thigh

       Dart the sun his arrows back;

       Leaves that on a woodland sigh

       Chat of secret things no lack;

       Shadowy branch-leaves, waters clear,

       Bare or veiled they move sincere;

       Not by slavish terrors tripped;

       Being anew in nature dipped,

       Growths of what they step on, these;

       With the roots the grace of trees.

       Casket-breasts they give, nor hide,

       For a tyrant's flattered pride,

       Mind, which nourished not by light,

       Lurks the shuffling trickster sprite:

       Whereof are strange tales to tell;

       Some in blood writ, tombed in bell.

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      Here the ancient battle ends,

       Joining two astonished friends,

       Who the kiss can give and take

       With more warmth than in that world

       Where the tiger claws the snake,

       Snake her tiger clasps infurled,

       And the issue of their fight

       Peoples lands in snarling plight.

       Here her splendid beast she leads

       Silken-leashed and decked with weeds

       Wild as he, but breathing faint

       Sweetness of unfelt constraint.

       Love, the great volcano, flings

       Fires of lower Earth to sky;

       Love, the sole permitted, sings

       Sovereignly of ME and I. Bowers he has of sacred shade, Spaces of superb parade, Voiceful … But bring you a note

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      Wrangling, howsoe'er remote,

       Discords out of discord spin

       Round and round derisive din:

       Sudden will a pallor pant

       Chill at screeches miscreant;

       Owls or spectres, thick they flee;

       Nightmare upon horror broods;

       Hooded laughter, monkish glee,

      Gaps the vital air.

       Enter these enchanted woods

      You who dare.

      IV.

       You must love the light so well

       That no darkness will seem fell.

       Love it so you could accost

       Fellowly a livid ghost.

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      Whish! the phantom wisps away,

       Owns him smoke to cocks of day.

       In your breast the light must burn

       Fed of you, like corn in quern

       Ever plumping while the wheel

       Speeds the mill and drains the meal.

       Light to light sees little strange,

       Only features heavenly new;

       Then you touch the nerve of Change,

       Then of Earth you have the clue;

       Then her two-sexed meanings melt

       Through you, wed the thought and felt.

       Sameness locks no scurfy pond

       Here for Custom, crazy-fond:

       Change is on the wing to bud

       Rose in brain from rose in blood.

       Wisdom throbbing shall you see

       Central in complexity;

       From her pasture 'mid the beasts

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      Rise to her ethereal feasts,

       Not, though lightnings track your wit

       Starward, scorning them you quit:

       For be sure the bravest wing

       Preens it in our common spring,

       Thence along the vault to soar,

       You with others, gathering more,

       Glad of more, till you reject

       Your proud title of elect,

       Perilous even here, while few

       Roam the arched greenwood with you.

      Heed that snare.

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