Sometimes she seems so helpless and mild,
So full of sweet unreason and so weak,
So prone to some capricious whim or freak;
Now gay, now tearful, and now anger-wild,
By her strange moods of waywardness beguiled
And entertained, I stroke her pretty cheek,
And soothing words of peace and comfort speak;
And love her as a father loves a child.
Sometimes when I am troubled and sore pressed
On every side by fast advancing care,
She rises up with such majestic air,
I deem her some Olympian goddess-guest,
Who brings my heart new courage, hope, and rest.
In her brave eyes dwells balm for my despair,
And then I seem, while fondly gazing there,
A loving child upon my mothers breast.
Again, when her warm veins are full of life,
And youth-s volcanic tidal wave of fire
Sends the swift mercury of her pulses higher,
Her beauty stirs my heart to maddening strife,
And all the tiger in my blood is rife;
I love her with a lover-s fierce desire,
And find in her my dream, complete, entire,
Child, Mother, Mistress - all in one word - Wife.
Three And One
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(1)
Poem topics: anger, beauty, brave, courage, despair, dream, father, fire, hope, life, mother, peace, tiger, wife, desire, wild, sweet, weak, fast, pretty, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Three And One poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Best Poems of Ella Wheeler Wilcox