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 GEORGE MEREDITH 7 #3 From 'Love in the Valley*

UNDER yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, CouchM with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly,

Lies my young love sleeping in the shade. Had I the heart to slide an arm beneath her,

Prebs her parting lips as her waist I gather slow, Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me: Then would she hold me and never let me go ?

��Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow,

Swift as the swallow along the river's light Circleting the surface to meet his mirror'd winglets,

Fleeter she seems in her stay than in her flight. Shy as the bquirrel that leaps among the pine-tops,

Wayward as the swallow overhead at set of sun, She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer,

Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won'

��When her mother tends her before the laughing mirror,

Tying up her laces, looping up her hair, Often she thinks, were this wild thing wedded,

More love should I have, and much less care. When her mother tends her before the lighted mirror,

Loosening her laces, combing down her curls, Often she thinks, were this wild thing wedded,

I should miss but one for many boys and girls.

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