For The Eightieth Birthday Of George Meredith

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Title:     For The Eightieth Birthday Of George Meredith
Author: Alfred Noyes [More Titles by Noyes]

A health, a ringing health, unto the king
Of all our hearts to-day! But what proud song
Should follow on the thought, nor do him wrong?
Except the sea were harp, each mirthful string
The lovely lightning of the nights of Spring,
And Dawn the lonely listener, glad and grave
With colours of the sea-shell and the wave
In brightening eye and cheek, there is none to sing!

Drink to him, as men upon an Alpine peak
Brim one immortal cup of crimson wine,
And into it drop one pure cold crust of snow,
Then hold it up, too rapturously to speak
And drink--to the mountains, line on glittering line,
Surging away into the sunset-glow.

[The end]
Alfred Noyes's poem: For The Eightieth Birthday Of George Meredith

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