Английская поэзия


ГлавнаяБиографииСтихи по темамСлучайное стихотворениеПереводчикиСсылкиАнтологии
Рейтинг поэтовРейтинг стихотворений

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)


Sonnets of Sorrow. 6. My love, my love, how often in old days


My love, my love, how often in old days
I cried, "Oh, I would die for you, dear heart!"
But He who planned the parting of our ways
Appointed unto me the harder part.
He cares not greatly for my thanks, I wis,
But in your converse with Him (which must be,
Since that, only that, accounts for this
Astounding silence between you and me),

Say that from out a life all bruised and broken
In grief too deep for tears to do their share,
My prayers of gratitude are hourly spoken
Because He saved you from the cross I bear.
Such grievous pain, such unrelenting woe---
You never could have borne it, dear, I know.



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


Распечатать стихотворение. Poem to print Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1366


Последние стихотворения


To English version


Рейтинг@Mail.ru

Английская поэзия. Адрес для связи eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru