THE DEPTHS
by: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(1850-1919)
- OT only sun-kissed heights are
fair. Below
- The cold, dark billows of the frowning deep
- Do lovely blossoms of the ocean sleep,
- Rocked gently by the waters to and fro.
- The coral beds with magic colors glow,
- And priceless pearl-encrusted mollusks heap
- The glittering rocks where shining atoms leap
- Like living broken rainbows.
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- Even so
- We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night
- The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze.
- As down we sink to darkness and despair.
- But at the depths! such beauty, such delight!
- Such flowers as never grew in pleasure's ways.
- Ah! not alone are sun-kissed summits fair.
"The Depths" is reprinted
from Poems of Sentiment. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. London:
Gay & Hancock, 1910. |
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