261. Loves Grave by George Meredith
b"Meredith read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\n http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n \\n Giving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n \\n ---------------------------------------------\\n \\n Love\\u2019s Grave\\n by George Meredith (1828 \\u2013 1909)\\n \\n Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like,\\n Its skeleton shadow on the broad-back'd wave!\\n Here is a fitting spot to dig Love's grave;\\n Here where the ponderous breakers plunge and strike,\\n And dart their hissing tongues high up the sand\\n In hearing of the ocean, and in sight\\n Of those ribb'd wind-streaks running into white.\\n If I the death of Love had deeply plann'd,\\n I never could have made it half so sure,\\n As by the unblest kisses which upbraid\\n The full-waked sense; or failing that, degrade!\\n 'Tis morning: but no morning can restore\\n What we have forfeited. I see no sin:\\n The wrong is mix'd. In tragic life, God wot,\\n No villain need be! Passions spin the plot:\\n We are betray'd by what is false within.\\n \\n For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n \\n Reading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2008"