Poems of Sentiment

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Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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0. START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, POEMS OF
SENTIMENT ***
Transcribed from the 1919 Gay and Hancock edition by David Price,
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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 Paean 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 snows on a
winter waste,
Stainless ever in act and thought
(As a man, born
dumb, in speech errs not).
But she has malice toward her kind,
A
cruel tongue and a jealous mind.
Void of pity and full of greed,
She
judges the world by her narrow creed;
A brewer of quarrels, a breeder
of hate,
Yet she holds the key to "Society's" Gate.
The other woman, with heart of flame,
Went mad for a love that
marred her name:
And out of the grave of her murdered faith
She
rose like a soul that has passed