Love in the Valley|
by George Meredith
Under yon beech-tree single on the green-sward,
...Couch'd 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,
...Press 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?
.....from 'Love in the Valley' by George Meredith (1828-1909)
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