Poets | Poem of the Day | Top 40 | Search | Comments | Privacy
November 25th, 2015 - we have 234 poets, 8,025 poems and 305,693 comments.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox - At Bay

Reach out your arms, and hold me close and fast.
Tell me there are no memories of your past
That mar this love of ours, so great, so vast.

Some truths are cheapened when too oft averred.
Does not the deed speak louder than the word?
(dear God, that old dream woke again and stirred.)

As you love me, you never loved before?
Though oft you say it, say it yet once more.
My heart is jealous of those days of yore.

Sweet wife, dear comrade, mother of my child,
My life is yours by memory undefiled.
(it stirs again, that passion brief and wild.)

You never knew a happier hour than this?
We two alone, our hearts surcharged with bliss,
Nor other kisses, sweet as my own kiss?

I was a thirsty field, long parched with drouth;
You were the warm rain, blowing from the south.
(But, ah, the crimson madness of her mouth!)

You would not, if you could, go down life’s track
For just one little moment and bring back
Some vanished rapture that you miss or lack?

I am content. You are my life, my all.
(One burning hour, but one, could I recall;
God, how men lie when driven to the wall!)

Share |

Added: Mar 18 2005 | Viewed: 286 times | Comments and analysis of At Bay by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Comments (0)

At Bay - Comments and Information

Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Poem: At Bay
There are no comments for this poem. Why not be the first one to post something about it?

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, At Bay, has not yet been commented on. You can click here to be the first to post a comment about it.

Poem Info

Wilcox Info
Copyright © 2000-2015 Gunnar Bengtsson. All Rights Reserved. Links