Modern Love: XXV
You like not that French novel? Tell me why. You think it quite unnatural. Let us see. The actors are, it seems, the usual three: Husband, and wife, and love. She—but fie! In England we’ll not hear of it. Edmond, The lover, her devout chagrin doth share; Blanc-mange and absinthe are his penitent fare, Till his pale aspect makes her over-fond: So, to preclude fresh sin, he tried rosbif. Meantime, the husband is no more abused: Auguste forgives her ere the tear is used. Then hangeth all on one tremendous IF:— If she will choose between them. She does choose; And takes her husband, like a proper wife. Unnatural! My dear, these things are life: And life, some think, is worthy of the Muse.
This poem is in the public domain.
George Meredith was born in Portsmouth, England, on February 12, 1828.
Date Published: 1909-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/modern-love-xxv