English, Department of

 

Date of this Version

12-29-1880

Document Type

Article

Citation

The George Eliot Review 32 (2001) Published by The George Eliot Fellowship, http://georgeeliot.org/

Comments

The George Eliot Review 2019 (32)

Abstract

LARGE woman soul, sure of unfading bays,

It little boots o'er thy too early tomb

To puff our little breaths of passing praise -

Dead in the deepest of Midwinter's gloom,

Ere thine own Autumn's mellow fruitage failed!

We mourn a Larger Light, eclipsed too soon

By the all-darkening Shadow; we who hailed

Its rise, its rounding to the plenilune

Of finished force and chastened grace, lament

The passing of a Power.Thou perchance

Bearest it all unstained, as still unspent,

To spheres unclogged by earthy circumstance.

So be it! Not among the tricksy mimes

Who glitter out a glowworm's hour and fade,

Fame sets this large-orbed glory of our times,

Who, whilst good store of lesser lights are laid

In our King's Sepulchre, makes royal ground

Of that green Northern Graveyard's simplest Mound.

Share

COinS