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Poem “A Maiden’s Secret” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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A Maiden’s Secret


I have written this day down in my heart
  As the sweetest day in the season;
From all of the others I’ve set it apart–
  But I will not tell you the reason.
That is my secret–I must not tell;
  But the skies are soft and tender,
And never before, I know full well,
  Was the earth so full of splendor.

I sing at my labor the whole day long,
  And my heart is as light as a feather;
And there is a reason for my glad song
  Besides the beautiful weather.
But I will not tell it to you; and though
  That thrush in the maple heard it,
And would shout it aloud if he could, I know
  He hasn’t the power to word it.

Up, where I was sewing, this morn came one
  Who told me the sweetest stories,
He said I had stolen my hair from the sun,
  And my eyes from the morning glories.
Grandmother says that I must not believe
  A word men say, for they flatter;
But I’m sure he would never try to deceive
  For he told me–but there–no matter!

Last night I was sad, and the world to me
  Seemed a lonely and dreary dwelling,
But some one then had not asked me to be–
  There now! I am almost telling.
Not another word shall my two lips say,
  I will shut them fast together,
And never a mortal shall know to-day
  Why my heart is as light as a feather.


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