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Bursts from a rending East in flaws	A
The young green leaflet's harrier sworn	B
To strew the garden strip the shaws	A
And show our Spring with banner torn	B
Was ever such virago morn	B
The wind has teeth the wind has claws	A
All the wind's wolves through woods are loose	A
The wild wind's falconry aloft	C
Shrill underfoot the grassblade shrews	A
At gallop clumped and down the croft	C
Bestrid by shadows beaten tossed	D
It seems a scythe it seems a rod	E
The howl is up at the howl's accost	D
The shivers greet and the shivers nod	E
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Is the land ship we are rolled we drive	F
Tritonly cleaving hiss and hum	G
Whirl with the dead or mount or dive	F
Or down in dregs or on in scum	G
And drums the distant pipes the near	H
And vale and hill are grey in grey	I
As when the surge is crumbling sheer	H
And sea mews wing the haze of spray	I
Clouds are they bony witches swarms	A
Darting swift on the robber's flight	J
Hurry an infant sky in arms	A
It peeps it becks 'tis day 'tis night	J
Black while over the loop of blue	K
The swathe is closed like shroud on corse	A
Lo as if swift the Furies flew	K
The Fates at heel at a cry to horse	A
	-
Interpret me the savage whirr	I
And is it Nature scourged or she	L
Her offspring's executioner	I
Reducing land to barren sea	L
But is there meaning in a day	I
When this fierce angel of the air	I
Intent to throw and haply slay	I
Can for what breath of life we bear	I
Exact the wrestle Call to mind	M
The many meanings glistening up	N
When Nature to her nurslings kind	M
Hands them the fruitage and the cup	N
And seek we rich significance	A
Not otherwhere than with those tides	A
Of pleasure on the sunned expanse	A
Whose flow deludes whose ebb derides	A
	-
Look in the face of men who fare	I
Lock mouthed a match in lungs and thews	A
For this fierce angel of the air	I
To twist with him and take his bruise	A
That is the face beloved of old	O
Of Earth young mother of her brood	P
Nor broken for us shows the mould	O
When muscle is in mind renewed	P
Though farther from her nature rude	P
Yet nearer to her spirit's hold	O
And though of gentler mood serene	Q
Still forceful of her fountain jet	R
So shall her blows be shrewdly met	R
Be luminously read the scene	Q
Where Life is at her grindstone set	R
That she may give us edgeing keen	Q
String us for battle till as play	I
The common strokes of fortune shower	I
Such meaning in a dagger day	I
Our wits may clasp to wax in power	I
Yea feel us warmer at her breast	S
By spin of blood in lusty drill	T
Than when her honeyed hands caressed	S
And Pleasure sapping seemed to fill	T
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Behold the life at ease it drifts	A
The sharpened life commands its course	A
She winnows winnows roughly sifts	A
To dip her chosen in her source	A
Contention is the vital force	A
Whence pluck they brain her prize of gifts	A
Sky of the senses on which height	J
Not disconnected yet released	U
They see how spirit comes to light	J
Through conquest of the inner beast	U
Which Measure tames to movement sane	V
In harmony with what is fair	I
Never is Earth misread by brain	V
That is the welling of her there	I
The mirror with one step beyond	W
For likewise is it voice and more	I
Benignest kinship bids respond	W
When wail the weak and them restore	I
Whom days as fell as this may rive	F
While Earth sits ebon in her gloom	X
Us atomies of life alive	F
Unheeding bent on life to come	G
Her children of the labouring brain	V
These are the champions of the race	A
True parents and the sole humane	V
With understanding for their base	A
Earth yields the milk but all her mind	M
Is vowed to thresh for stouter stock	Y
Her passion for old giantkind	M
That scaled the mount uphurled the rock	Y
Devolves on them who read aright	M
Her meaning and devoutly serve	F
Nor in her starlessness of night	M
Peruse her with the craven nerve	F
But even as she from grass to corn	B
To eagle high from grubbing mole	Z
Prove in strong brain her noblest born	B
The station for the flight of soul	Z

George Meredith

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