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Modern Love XLVIII: Their Sense

Written by: George Meredith | Biography
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 Their sense is with their senses all mixed in, 
Destroyed by subleties these women are! 
More brain, O Lord, more brain! or we shall mar 
Utterly this fair garden we might win. 
Behold! I looked for peace, and thought it near. 
Our inmost hearts had opened, each to each. 
We drank the pure daylight of honest speech. 
Alas I that was the fatal draught, I fear. 
For when of my lost Lady came the word, 
This woman, O this agony of flesh! 
Jealous devotion bade her break the mesh, 
That I might seek that other like a bird. 
I do adore the nobleness! despise 
The act! She has gone forth, I know not where. 
Will the hard world my sentience of her share? 
I feel the truth; so let the world surmise.