See'st thou a Skylark whose glistening winglets ascending
Quiver like pulses beneath the melodious dawn?
Deep in the heart-yearning distance of heaven it flutters -
Wisdom and beauty and love are the treasures it brings down at eve.
More verses by George Meredith
- The Mares Of The Camargue
- Manfred
- Modern Love Xlvi: At Last We Parley
- Modern Love Xxxv: It Is No Vulgar Nature
- The Hueless Love