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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 19. Full sixteen thousand million souls are here Full sixteen thousand million souls are here Upon the earth, and yet not one or all Can rouse my old-time pleasure in this sphere Or from my shrouded heart remove the pall. But could I see you face or hear your voice For one brief moment, dear, or touch your hand Then would I wake to rapture and rejoice Though death and devastation filled the land. I knew I loved you; but life made not plain How utterly you were my world entire Until I stood alone and tried in vain To find diversion, interest, or desire. Bereft of you, I am of all bereft, While sixteen thousand million souls are left. Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1307 |
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