I think that the bitterest sorrow or pain
Of love unrequited, or cold death’s woe,
Is sweet, compared to that hour when we know
That some grand passion is on the wane.

When we see that the glory, and glow, and grace
Which lent a splendour to night and day,
Are surely fading, and showing grey
And dull groundwork of the commonplace.

When fond expressions on dull ears fall,
When the hands clasp calmly without one thrill,
When we cannot muster by force of will
The old emotions that came at call.

When the dream has vanished we fain would keep,
When the heart, like a watch, runs out of gear,
And all the savour goes out of the year,
Oh, then is the time — if we could — to weep!

But no tears soften this dull, pale woe;
We must sit and face it with dry, sad eyes.
If we seek to hold it, the swifter joy flies —
We can only be passive, and let it go.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem Desolation

1 Comment

  1. Oscar Sanchez says:

    I am sad that one person can love another with a passion as bright as the sun, while the other bumbles around deliberately unaware of the treasure that lies before them.

    I guess no one ever said life was fair.

    Sometimes God can be so cruel that you just have to smile and let it go.

    This poem is perfect.

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