Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
At Fontainebleau
At Fontainebleau, I saw a little bed Fashioned of polished wood, with gold ornate, Ambition, hope, and sorrow, ay, and hate Once battled there, above a childish head, And there in vain, grief wept, and memory plead It was so small! but Ah, dear God, how great The part it played in one sad woman's fate. How wide the gloom, that narrow object shed. The symbol of an over-reaching aim, The emblem of a devastated joy, It spoke of glory, and a blasted home: Of fleeting honours, and disordered fame, And the lone passing of a fragile boy. . . . . . It was the cradle of the King of Rome.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems:
- The Phantom Ball
- The Giddy Girl
- The Awakening (I love the tropics, where sun and rain)
- The Bed
- Bleak Weather
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