English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The New Love. Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

The New Love

I thought my heart was death chilled,
   I thought its fires were cold;
But the new love, the new love,
   It warmeth like the old.

I thought its rooms were shadowed
   With the gloom of endless night;
But the new love, the new love,
   It fills them full of light.

I thought the chambers empty,
   And proclaimed it unto men;
But the new love, the new love,
   It peoples them again.

I thought its halls were silent,
   And hushed the whole day long;
But the new love, the new love,
   It fills them full of song.

Then here is to the new love,
   Let who will sing the old;
The new love, the new love,
   ’Tis more than fame or gold.

For it gives us joy for sorrow,
   And it gives us warmth for cold;
Oh! the new love, the new love,
   ’Tis better than the old.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems:

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

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