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    Poems of Sentiment
    Poems of Sentiment
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    Poems of Sentiment

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    Release dateMar 1, 2003

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      Poems of Sentiment - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

      Poems of Sentiment, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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      Title: Poems of Sentiment

      Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

      Release Date: October, 2004 [EBook #6617]

      [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule]

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      Edition: 10

      Language: English

      Transcribed from the 1919 Gay and Hancock edition by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk

      POEMS OF SENTIMENT

      Contents:

         Double Carnations

         Never Mind

         Two Women

         It All Will Come Out Right

         A Warning

         Shrines

         The Watcher

         Swimming Song

         The Law

         Love, Time, and Will

         The Two Ages

         Couleur de Rose

         Last Love

         Life’s Track

         An Ode to Time

         Regret and Remorse

         Easter Morn

         Blind

         The Yellow-covered Almanac

         The Little White Hearse

         Realisation

         Success

         The Lady and the Dame

         Heaven and Hell

         Love’s Supremacy

         The Eternal Will

         Insight

         A Woman’s Love

         The Pæan of Peace

         Has Been

         Duty’s Path

         March

         The End of the Summer

         Sun Shadows

         He that Looketh

         An Erring Woman’s Love

         A Song of Republics

         Memorial Day - 1892

         When baby Souls Sail Out

         To Another Woman’s Baby

         Diamonds

         Rubies

         Sapphires

         Turquoise

         Reform

         A Minor Chord

         Death’s Protest

         September

         Wail of an Old-timer

         Was, Is, and Yet-to-be

         Mistakes

         Dual

         The All-creative Spark

         Be not Content

         Action

         Two Roses

         Satiety

         A Solar Eclipse

         A Suggestion

         The Depths

         Life’s Opera

         The Salt Sea-wind

         New Year

         Concentration

         Thoughts

         Luck

      DOUBLE CARNATIONS

         A wild Pink nestled in a garden bed,

      A rich Carnation flourished high above her,

         One day he chanced to see her pretty head

      And leaned and looked again, and grew to love her.

         The Moss (her humble mother) saw with fear

      The ardent glances of the princely stranger;

         With many an anxious thought and dewy tear

      She sought to hide her darling from this danger.

         The gardener-guardian of this noble bud

      A cruel trellis interposed between them.

         No common Pink should mate with royal blood,

      He said, and sought in every way to wean them.

         The poor Pink pined and faded day by day:

      Her restless lover from his prison bower

         Called in a priestly bee who passed that way,

      And sent a message to the sorrowing flower.

         The fainting Pink wept as the bee drew near,

      Droning his prayers, and begged him to confess her.

         Her weary mother, over-taxed by fear,

      Slept, while the priest leaned low to shrive and bless her.

         But lo! ere long the tale went creeping out,

      The rich Carnation and the Pink were married!

         The cunning bee had brought the thing about

      While Mamma Moss in Slumber’s arms had tarried.

         And proud descendants of that loving pair,

      The offspring of that true and ardent passion,

         Are famous for their beauty everywhere,

      And leaders in the floral world of fashion.

      NEVER MIND

      Whatever your work and whatever its worth,

         No matter how strong or clever,

      Some one will sneer if you pause to hear,

         And scoff at your best endeavour.

      For the target art has a broad expanse,

         And wherever you chance to hit it,

      Though close be your aim to the bull’s-eye fame,

         There are those who will never admit it.

      Though the house applauds while the artist plays,

         And a smiling world adores him,

      Somebody is there with an ennuied air

         To say that the acting bores him.

      For the tower of art has a lofty spire,

         With many a stair and landing,

      And those who climb seem small oft-time

         To one at the bottom standing.

      So work along in your chosen niche

         With a steady purpose to nerve you;

      Let nothing men say who pass your way

         Relax your courage or swerve you.

      The idle will flock by the Temple of Art

         For just the pleasure of gazing;

      But climb to the top and do not stop,

         Though they may not all be praising.

      TWO WOMEN

      I know two women, and one is chaste

      And cold as the

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