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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Main Regret</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">[Written for the Charing Cross Album]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Seen, too clear and historic within us, our sins of omission<br>Frown when the Autumn days strike us all ruthlessly bare.<br>They of our mortal diseases find never healing physician;<br>Errors they of the soul, past the one hope to repair.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sunshine might we have been unto seed under soil, or have scattered<br>Seed to ascendant suns brighter than any that shone.<br>Even the limp-legged beggar a sick desperado has flattered<br>Back to a half-sloughed life cheered by the mere human tone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a></strong></div>

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