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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)


Songs from the Turret. 8. Now do I know how Paradise doth seem


Now do I know how Paradise doth seem,
Now do I know the deep red depths of hell.
Swift from those fair supernal heights I fell
To burning flames of hades, in a dream.
Methought my ladye rested by a stream
Which rippled through the verdure of a dell.
She lay like Eve; dear God, I dare not tell
Of her perfections; of the glow and gleam
Of tinted flesh, and undulating hair,
Of sudden thigh, and sweetly rounded breast.
Then, like a cloud, he came, from God knows where,
And on her eyes and mouth mad kisses pressed.
I fell, and fell, through leagues of scorching space,
And always saw his lips upon her face.



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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