Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Life and I (Life and I are lovers, straying)
Life and I are lovers, straying Arm in arm along: Often like two children Maying, Full of mirth and song, Life plucks all the blooming hours Growing by the way; Binds them on my brow like flowers, Calls me Queen of May. Then again, in rainy weather, We sit vis-à-vis, Planning work we’ll do together In the years to be. Sometimes Life denies me blisses, And I frown or pout; But we make it up with kisses Ere the day is out. Woman-like, I sometimes grieve him, Try his trust and faith, Saying I shall one day leave him For his rival, Death. Then he always grows more zealous, Tender, and more true; Loves the more for being jealous, As all lovers do. Though I swear by stars above him, And by worlds beyond, That I love him-love him-love him; Though my heart is fond; Though he gives me, doth my lover, Kisses with each breath- I shall one day throw him over, And plight troth with Death.
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