George Meredith

George Meredith

By

Morton Fullerton

DEEPEST and keenest of our time who pace
    The variant by-paths of the uncertain heart,
    In undiscerned mysterious ways apart,
Thou huntest on the Assyrian monster's trace :
That sweeping-pinioned Thing—with human face,
    Poor Man, with wings hoof-weighted lest they start
    To try the breeze above this human mart,
In heights pre-occupied of a god-like race.

Among the stammering sophists of the age
    Thy words are absolute, thy vision true ;
No hand but thine is found to fit the gage
    The Titan, Shakespeare, to a whole world threw.
Till thou hadst boldly to his challenge sprung,
No rival had he in our English tongue.





MLA citation: Fullerton, Morton. "George Meredith." The Yellow Book 3 (Oct. 1894): 210. The Yellow Nineties Online. Ed. Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra. Ryerson University, 2010. Web. [Date of access]. http://www.1890s.ca/HTML.aspx?s=YBV3_fullerton_meredith.html