Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | October 27, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Dirge in the Woods

by George Meredith (1828 – 1909).

 

Dirge in the Woods

 

Wind sways the pines,

And below

Not a breath of wild air;

Still as the mosses that glow

On the flooring and over the lines                       5

Of the roots here and there.

The pine-tree drops its dead;

They are quiet, as under the sea.

Overhead, overhead

Rushes life in a race,                                               10

As the clouds the clouds chase;

And we go,

And we drop like the fruits of the tree,

Even we,

Even so.                                                                      15

 

Notes:

http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/meredith/biograph.html

http://www.litencyc.com/php/speople.php?rec=true&UID=3086

 

 

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