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Saturday, October 15, 2016

Dirge in Woods / George Meredith


Dirge in Woods

A 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
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,
As the clouds the clouds chase;
         And we go,
And we drop like the fruits of the tree,
         Even we,
         Even so.

~~
George Meredith (1828-1909)
from Ballads and Poems of Tragic Life, 1887

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

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