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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 11. What boundless wealth of love! "What boundless wealth of love!" The sentence stays And lends wan lustre to each leaded hour. I am as one who in bleak autumn days Recalls the beauty of his rose-wreathed bower. I am as one who in the desert sands Must slake his thirst on thoughts of running streams. Or mid the ruins of his palace stands And reconstructs it with the stuff of dreams. That boundless wealth of ours! My own, my own, It could not vanish into nothingness. God must have made a strong-box of His throne, And store it there, our future lives to bless. Oh, my first words, when death has set me free, Will be this cry, "The key, dear God, the key!" Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1281 |
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