George Meredith, 1828-1909

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Title:     George Meredith, 1828-1909
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

Forty years back, when much had place
That since has perished out of mind,
I heard that voice and saw that face.

He spoke as one afoot will wind
A morning horn ere men awake;
His note was trenchant, turning kind.

He was of those whose wit can shake
And riddle to the very core
The counterfeits that Time will break . . .

Of late, when we two met once more,
The luminous countenance and rare
Shone just as forty years before.

So that, when now all tongues declare
His shape unseen by his green hill,
I scarce believe he sits not there.

No matter. Further and further still
Through the world's vaporous vitiate air
His words wing on--as live words will.

May 1909.

[The end]
Thomas Hardy's poem: George Meredith, 1828-1909

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