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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LESSON OF GRIEF, by GEORGE MEREDITH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Not ere the bitter herb we taste
Last Line: For not my own.
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness
First Line: Not ere the bitter herb we taste
Last Line: For not my own.
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness
NOT ere the bitter herb we taste,
Which ages thought of happy times,
To plant us in a weeping waste,
Rings with our fellows this one heart
Accordant chimes.
When I had shed my glad year's leaf,
I did believe I stood alone,
Till that great company of Grief
Taught me to know this craving heart
For not my own.
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