Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.

Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.

When nature has made us ripe for love, it seldom occurs that the Fates are behindhand in furnishing a temple for the flame.

Above green-flashing plunges of a weir, and shaken by the thunder below, lilies, golden and white, were swaying at anchor among the reeds.  Meadow-sweet hung from the banks thick with weed and trailing bramble, and there also hung a daughter of earth.  Her face was shaded by a broad straw hat with a flexible brim that left her lips and chin in the sun, and, sometimes nodding, sent forth a light of promising eyes.  Across her shoulders, and behind, flowed large loose curls, brown in shadow, almost golden where the ray touched them.  She was simply dressed, befitting decency and the season.  On a closer inspection you might see that her lips were stained.  This blooming young person was regaling on dewberries.  They grew between the bank and the water.  Apparently she found the fruit abundant, for her hand was making pretty progress to her mouth.  Fastidious youth, which revolts at woman plumping her exquisite proportions on bread-and-butter, and would (we must suppose) joyfully have her scraggy to have her poetical, can hardly object to dewberries.  Indeed the act of eating them is dainty and induces musing.  The dewberry is a sister to the lotus, and an innocent sister.  You eat:  mouth, eye, and hand are occupied, and the undrugged mind free to roam.  And so it was with the damsel who knelt there.  The little skylark went up above her, all song, to the smooth southern cloud lying along the blue:  from a dewy copse dark over her nodding hat the blackbird fluted, calling to her with thrice mellow note:  the kingfisher flashed emerald out of green osiers:  a bow-winged heron travelled aloft, seeking solitude a boat slipped toward her, containing a dreamy youth; and still she plucked the fruit, and ate, and mused, as if no fairy prince were invading her territories, and as if she wished not for one, or knew not her wishes.  Surrounded by the green shaven meadows, the pastoral summer buzz, the weir-fall’s thundering white, amid the breath and beauty of wild flowers, she was a bit of lovely human life in a fair setting; a terrible attraction.  The Magnetic Youth leaned round to note his proximity to the weir-piles, and beheld the sweet vision.  Stiller and stiller grew nature, as at the meeting of two electric clouds.  Her posture was so graceful, that though he was making straight for the weir, he dared not dip a scull.  Just then one enticing dewberry caught her eyes.  He was floating by unheeded, and saw that her hand stretched low, and could not gather what it sought.  A stroke from his right brought him beside her.  The damsel glanced up dismayed, and her whole shape trembled over the brink.  Richard sprang from his boat into the water.  Pressing a hand beneath her foot, which she had thrust against the crumbling wet sides of the bank to save herself, he enabled her to recover her balance, and gain safe earth, whither he followed her.

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