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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:
  1. The Barbarous Chief
  2. The Birth of the Orchid
  3. Bleak Weather
  4. At Forty-Eight
  5. Baby Eva


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