Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

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An unkind tale was whispered in his ear.
    He paused to hear.
His thoughts were food that helped a falsehood thrive,
    And keep alive.

Years dawned and died. One day by venom's tongue
    His name was stung.
He cried aloud, nor dreamed the lie was spawn
    Of thoughts long gone.

Each mental wave we send out from the mind,
    Or base, or kind,
Completes its circuit, then with added force
    Seeks its own source. 

1. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
2. Behold the Earth
3. The Birth of the Orchid
4. The Black Charger
5. In England

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