Conversion, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I have lived this life as a skeptic lives it,
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I have lived this life as a skeptic lives it,
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Between the acts while the orchestra played
Th...
O yes, I love you, and with all my heart;
J...
Keep out of the Past! For its highways
Are dam...
There was a fair garden sloping
From the south...
Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,
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All suddenly between me and the light,
That b...
All perfect things are saddening in effect.
Th...
One time in Arcadie's fair bowers
There met a ...
The warrior bowed his crested head, and tamed ...
From the Shahnameh There was a paladin, a Tur...
From the Shahnameh Now when Shirwi sat on the ...
THE ruined steps, half-buried in the ground,
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Why do you come to disturb me?
I laid you away...
Long years ago he bore to a land beyond the sea...
"The clematis shows that the summer is nearly o...
Sleep, my pretty one,
Sleep, my little one,...
Tiptoe, with finger at her lip, and rare
Red...
A song for the girl I love--
God love her!
A ...
I "We sail'd beyond the great gates of the Wor...
I "One day we wander'd to the western side
O'...
No wonder, harp, thou likest well to lie
Thu...
On a picture by F. S. Church, representing a m...
The Battle of Chancellorsville, 1863 The sun ...
The world was full of the sound of a great wind...