George Meredith - Modern Love XIX: No State Is Enviable

George Meredith - Modern Love XIX: No State Is Enviable

No state is enviable. To the luck alone br Of some few favoured men I would put claim. br I bleed, but her who wounds I will not blame. br Have I not felt her heart as 'twere my own br Beat thro' me? could I hurt her? heaven and hell! br But I could hurt her cruelly! Can I let br My Love's old time-piece to another set, br Swear it can't stop, and must for ever swell? br Sure, that's one way Love drifts into the mart br Where goat-legged buyers throng. I see not plain:-- br My meaning is, it must not be again. br Great God! the maddest gambler throws his heart. br If any state be enviable on earth, br 'Tis yon born idiot's, who, as days go by, br Still rubs his hands before him, like a fly, br In a queer sort of meditative mirth.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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