Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

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Sit still,
I say, and dispense with heroics
I hurt your wrists
Well, you have hurt me
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Sitting alone by the window,
Watching the moonlit street,
Bending my head to
To the well-known sound of your feet,
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An infant wailing in nameless fear;
A shadow, perchance, in the quiet room,
Or the hum of an insect flying near,
Or the screech-owl's cry, in the outer gloom
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Methought a great wind swept across the earth,
And all the toilers perished
Then I
Pale terror blanch the rosy face of mirth,
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Little by little the year grows old,
The red leaves drop from the maple boughs;
The sun grows dim, and the winds blow cold,
Down from the distant arctic seas
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Flowers of France in the Spring,
Your growth is a beautiful thing;
But give us your fragrance and bloom,
Yea, give us your lives in truth,
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Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him—Soft as a pillow are somebody's arms
Down he goes slowly, ever so
Over the rim of the cradle they lay him—Baby's first journey is free from alarms
Baby is growing while Mama sings by-lo,
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