English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Two (As I sat in my opera box last night). Элла Уилкокс.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Two (As I sat in my opera box last night)

As I sat in my opera box last night
In a glimmer of gems and a blaze of light,
   And smiling that all might see,
This curious thought came all unsought--
   That there were two of me.

One who sat in her silk and lace,
With gems on her bosom and smiles on her face,
   And hot-house blossoms in her hair,
While her fan kept time to the swaying rhyme
   Of the lilting opera air.

And one who sat in the dark somewhere,
With her wan face hid by her falling hair,
   And her hands clasped over her eyes;
And the sickening pain of heart and brain
   Breathed out in long-drawn sighs.

One in the sheen of her opera suit;
And one who was swathed from head to foot,
   In crepe of the blackest dye.
One hiding her heart and playing a part,
   And one with her mask thrown by.

But over the voice of the singer there,
The one who sat with a rose in her hair,
   Seemed ever to hear the moan
Of the one who kept in the dark and wept
   With her desolate heart alone.

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. Bleak Weather

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