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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)


Penalty


Because of the fullness of what I had, 
All that I have seems poor and vain. 
If I had not been happy, I were not sad-- 
Tho’ my salt is savorless, why complain?

From the ripe perfection of what was mine, 
All that is mine seems worse than naught; 
Yet I know, as I sit in the dark and pine, 
No cup can be drained which has not been fraught.

From the throb and the thrill of a day that was, 
The day that now is seems dull with gloom; 
Yet I bear the dullness and darkness, because 
’Tis but the reaction of glow and bloom.

From the royal feast that of old was spread 
I am starved on the diet that now is mine; 
Yet, I could not turn hungry from water and bread 
If I had not been sated on fruit and wine.



Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems:
  1. The Birth of the Orchid
  2. Art Thou Alive?
  3. The Barbarous Chief
  4. Conquest
  5. At Forty-Eight


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