The Mind
A Ballad of Fair Ladies in Revolt: XXX
From Poems — Volume 2
The Mind
—Is he our friend, there silent? he weeps not.
O sir, delusion mounting like a sun
On a mind blank as the white wife of Lot,
Giving it warmth and movement! if this be
Delusion, think of what thereby was won
For men, and dream of what win we.
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Meredith, George. “A Ballad of Fair Ladies in Revolt: XXX.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/meredith/125/.
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Meredith, George. “A Ballad of Fair Ladies in Revolt: XXX.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/meredith/125/.
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