George Eliot: The World Is Great
George Eliot
(Mary Ann Evans, 1819 – 1880)
The World Is Great
The world is great!
The birds fly from me;
The stars are golden fruit
Upon a tree
All out of reach
My little sister went and I am lonely.
The world is great!
I tried to mount the hill
Above the pines
Where the light lies so still,
But it rose higher.
Little Lisa went and I am lonely.
The world is great!
The wind comes rushing by.
I wonder where it comes from.
Sea-birds cry
And hurt my heart.
My little sister went and I am lonely.
The world is great!
The people laugh and talk,
And make loud holiday.
How fast they walk!
I’m lame, they push me.
Little Lisa went and I am lonely.
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