English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. More Fortunate. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

More Fortunate

I hold that life more fortunate by far
   That sits with its sweet memories alone
   And cherishes a joy for ever flown
Beyond the reach of accident to mar.
(Some joy that was extinguished like a star)
   Than that which makes the prize so much its own
   That its poor commonplacenesses are shown;
(Which in all things, when viewed too closely, are.)

Better to mourn a blossom snatched away
   Before it reached perfection, than behold
With dry, unhappy eyes, day after day,
The fresh bloom fade, and the fair leaf decay.
   Better to lose the dream, with all its gold,
Than keep it till it changes to dull grey.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems:

1. The Phantom Ball
2. The Giddy Girl
3. The Awakening (I love the tropics, where sun and rain)
4. The Bed
5. The Plow of God

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