Am I failing ? For no longer can I cast <br />A glory round about this head of gold. <br />Glory she wears, but springing from the mould; <br />Not like the consecration of the Past! <br />Is my soul beggared? Something more than earth <br />I cry for still: I cannot be at peace <br />In having Love upon a' mortal lease. <br />I cannot take the woman at her worth! <br />Where is the ancient wealth wherewith I clothed <br />Our human nakedness, and could endow <br />With spiritual splendour a white brow <br />That else had grinned at me the fact I loathed ? <br />A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave <br />Of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. <br />But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, <br />And eat our pot of honey on the grave.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modern-love-xxix-am-i-failing/
