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English Poetry. Alice Meynell. Free Will. Элис Мейнелл.

Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

Free Will

Dear are some hidden things
    My soul has sealed in silence; past delights;
Hope unconfessed; desires with hampered wings,
    Remembered in the nights.

But my best treasures are
    Ignoble, undelightful, abject, cold;
Yet O! profounder hoards oracular
    No reliquaries hold.

There lie my trespasses,
    Abjured but not disowned. I'll not accuse
Determinism, nor, as the Master* says,
    Charge even "the poor Deuce."

Under my hand they lie,
    My very own, my proved iniquities;
And though the glory of my life go by
    I hold and garner these.

How else, how otherwhere,
    How otherwise, shall I discern and grope
For lowliness? How hate, how love, how dare,
    How weep, how hope?

*George Meredith

Alice Meynell’s other poems:

  1. In Early Spring
  2. The Visiting Sea
  3. The Young Neophyte
  4. The Modern Mother
  5. Messina, 1908

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