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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 7. This thought I welcome only, of the train This thought I welcome only, of the train That drove joy from its hive within my breast, Turned honey into gall, turned peace to pain And sent hope forth upon a bootless quest. This thought alone brings comfort to my mind, And so is bidden often to return, And ease the hurts that hour by hour I find In sounds that torture and in sights that burn. Old airs, old scenes, old anniversaries (Oh, life for us was Love's long carnival) And I repeat, "I save you this and this," As on each sword of memory I fall. To save you sorrow was my prayer alway, But oh, the price, the price I have to pay. Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1335 |
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