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Poems of Sentiment

<h1>POEMS OF SENTIMENT</h1> BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX <ANTIMG alt="Decorative graphic" title= "Decorative graphic" src="images/tps.jpg" /> GAY AND HANCOCK LTD. 34 HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN LONDON 1919 [All rights reserved] <div class="gapspace"> </div> p. ivPublished 1909 Reprinted 1909 (twice), 1910 (twice), 1911 [twice], 1912, 1913, 1914, 1916, 1918, 1919 N.B.—The only volumes of my poems issued with my approval in the British Empire are published by Messrs. Gay & Hancock. ELLA WHEELER WILCOX <h2>p. vCONTENTS</h2> <table> <tr> <td>  </td> <td>PAGE </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Double Carnations </td> <td>1 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Never Mind </td> <td>3 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Two Women </td> <td>5 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>It All Will Come Out Right </td> <td>7 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>A Warning </td> <td>9 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Shrines </td> <td>10 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>The Watcher </td> <td>11 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Swimming Song </td> <td>13 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>The Law </td> <td>15 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Love, Time, and Will </td> <td>18 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>The Two Ages </td> <td>20 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Couleur de Rose </td> <td>23 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Last Love </td> <td>25 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Life’s Track </td> <td>26 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>An Ode to Time </td> <td>28 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>p. viRegret and Remorse </td> <td>31 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Easter Morn </td> <td>32 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Blind </td> <td>33 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>The Yellow-covered Almanac </td> <td>35 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>The Little White Hearse </td> <td>38 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Realisation </td> <td>40 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Success </td> <td>41 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>The Lady and the Dame </td> <td>43 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Heaven and Hell </td> <td>45 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Love’s Supremacy </td> <td>46 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>The Eternal Will </td> <td>48 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Insight </td> <td>50 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>A Woman’s Love </td> <td>52 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>The Pæan of Peace </td> <td>54 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>“Has Been” </td> <td>56 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Duty’s Path </td> <td>57 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>March </td> <td>59 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>The End of the Summer </td> <td>60 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Sun Shadows </td> <td>63 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>“He that Looketh” </td> <td>64 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>An Erring Woman’s Love </td> <td>65 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>A Song of Republics </td> <td>81 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>p. viiMemorial Day—1892 </td> <td>85 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>When baby Souls Sail Out </td> <td>87 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>To Another Woman’s Baby </td> <td>89 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Diamonds </td> <td>90 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Rubies </td> <td>90 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Sapphires </td> <td>91 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Turquoise </td> <td>91 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Reform </td> <td>92 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>A Minor Chord </td> <td>93 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Death’s Protest </td> <td>94 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>September </td> <td>95 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Wail of an Old-timer </td> <td>96 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Was, Is, and Yet-to-be </td> <td>98 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Mistakes </td> <td>100 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Dual </td> <td>101 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>The All-creative Spark </td> <td>103 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Be not Content </td> <td>105 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Action </td> <td>107 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Two Roses </td> <td>108 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Satiety </td> <td>110 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>A Solar Eclipse </td> <td>111 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>A Suggestion </td> <td>112 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>p. viiiThe Depths </td> <td>113 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Life’s Opera </td> <td>114 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>The Salt Sea-wind </td> <td>115 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>New Year </td> <td>116 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Concentration </td> <td>118 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Thoughts </td> <td>119 </td> </tr> <tr> <td>Luck </td> <td>120 </td> </tr> </table> <h2>DOUBLE CARNATIONS</h2>    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. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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