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.

1. At the Boro Boedoer
2. Afloat
3. Soul of America
4. St. Dunstan's
5. Sonnets of Sorrow. 18. The wise ones tell me that my heart's wild clamour

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