The Meeting George Meredith Meredith, George G. M. Illustrator Sir John Everett Millais Millais, John Everett Metadata research and editing DVPP Project Team Fukushima Kailey University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project Victoria, BC, Canada

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The Meeting.
A woman is walking and holding a baby in her arms. A man is walking in the opposite direction; he has a bag slung over his shoulder. 1/2 page.
The old coach-road thro’ a common of furze With knolls of pines, ran white : Berries of autumn, with thistles, and burrs, And spider-threads, droopt in the light. The light in a thin blue veil peer’d sick ; The sheep grazed close and still ; The smoke of a farm by a yellow rick Curl’d lazily under a hill. No fly shook the round of the silver net ; No insect the swift bird chased ; Only two travellers moved and met Across that hazy waste. One was a girl with a babe that throve, Her ruin and her bliss ; One was a youth with a lawless love, Who claspt it the more for this. The girl for her babe made prayerful speech ; The youth for his love did pray ; Each cast a wistful look on each, And either went their way. G. M.