Author George Eliot Hath she her faults? I would you had them too.They are the fruity must of soundest wine;Or say, they are regenerating fireSuch as hath turned the dense black elementInto a crystal pathway for the sun. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments