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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MODERN LOVE: 11, by GEORGE MEREDITH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Out in the yellow meadows, where the bee
Last Line: Is lying a dead infant, slain by thee.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies
First Line: Out in the yellow meadows, where the bee
Last Line: Is lying a dead infant, slain by thee.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies
Out in the yellow meadows, where the bee
Hums by us with the honey of the Spring,
And showers of sweet notes from the larks on wing
Are dropping like a noon-dew, wander we.
Or is it now? or was it then? for now,
As then, the larks from running rings pour showers:
The golden foot of May is on the flowers,
And friendly shadows dance upon her brow.
What's this, when Nature swears there is no change
To challenge eyesight? Now, as then, the grace
Of heaven seems holding earth in its embrace.
Nor eyes, nor heart, has she to feel it strange?
Look, woman, in the West. There wilt thou see
An amber cradle near the sun's decline:
Within it, featured even in death divine,
Is lying a dead infant, slain by thee.
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