Poems of Passion
| Download PDF |
American Literature – American Poetry – Ella Wheeler Wilcox – Poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox – Poems of Passion
< < < Mésalliance
Drouth > > >
Response
I said this morning, as I leaned and threw
My shutters open to the Spring’s surprise,
“Tell me, O Earth, how is it that in you
Year after year the same fresh feelings rise?
How do you keep your young exultant glee?
No more those sweet emotions come to me.
“I note through all your fissures how the tide
Of healthful life goes leaping as of old;
Your royal dawns retain their pomp and pride;
Your sunsets lose no atom of their gold.
How can this wonder be?” My soul’s fine ear
Leaned, listening, till a small voice answered near:
“My days lapse never over into night;
My nights encroach not on the rights of dawn.
I rush not breathless after some delight;
I waste no grief for any pleasure gone.
My July noons burn not the entire year.
Heart, hearken well!” “Yes, yes; go on; I hear.”
“I do not strive to make my sunsets’ gold
Pave all the dim and distant realms of space.
I do not bid my crimson dawns unfold
To lend the midnight a fictitious grace.
I break no law, for all God’s laws are good.
Heart, hast thou heard?” “Yes, yes; and understood.”
< < < Mésalliance
Drouth > > >
American Literature – American Poetry – Ella Wheeler Wilcox – Poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox – Poems of Passion
Copyright holders – Public Domain
| If you liked this article, subscribe , put likes, write comments! Share on social networks Visit us on Facebook or Twitter |
- Oh Pacha … et quelques photos de nos oiseaux secourus
- Oh Pacha … and a few pictures of our rescued birds
- Vidéo courte et photos de Teash et Pacha, notre corbeau et notre corneille secourus.
- Short video and pictures of Teash and Pacha our rescued crow and raven
- Photos de Teash notre corneille secourue
- Pictures of Teash our rescued crow
© 2025 Akirill.com – All Rights Reserved
