A brook glancing under green leaves, self-delighting, exulting,
And full of a gurgling melody ever renewed -
Renewed thro' all changes of Heaven, unceasing in sunlight,
Unceasing in moonlight, but hushed in the beams of the holier orb.
More verses by George Meredith
- Modern Love Xxxvi: My Lady Unto Madam
- Modern Love Xxxiv: Madam Would Speak With Me
- Modern Love Xxxix: She Yields
- Bellerophon
- The Poetry Of Milton