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Poems— Volume 3
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Wind on the Lyre
That was the chirp of Ariel
You heard, as overhead it flew,
The farther going more to dwell,
And wing our green to wed our blue;
But whether note of joy or knell,
Not his own Father-singer knew;
Nor yet can any mortal tell,
Save only how it shivers through;
The breast of us a sounded shell,
The blood of us a lighted dew.
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Chicago:
George Meredith, "Wind on the Lyre," Poems— Volume 3, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Poems—Volume 3 (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed July 11, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LI5MAMQSIVFII6V.
MLA:
Meredith, George. "Wind on the Lyre." Poems— Volume 3, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Poems—Volume 3, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 11 Jul. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LI5MAMQSIVFII6V.
Harvard:
Meredith, G, 'Wind on the Lyre' in Poems— Volume 3, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Poems—Volume 3, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 11 July 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LI5MAMQSIVFII6V.
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