Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

No Song

These summer days when all the poets sing
   I have no voice for song.
I see the birds of summer taking wing,
   And days so sweet and long,
Each seemed a little heaven with no end,
I know are gone for evermore, dear friend.

Nay, by and by comes another Spring;
   And long, sweet, perfect days.
And by and by I shall have voice to sing
   My old glad, happy lays.
More blithesome songs, more days that have no end;
More golden summers; but like thee no friend.

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
3. Be Not Attached
4. Behold the Earth
5. The Black Charger

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