Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin)

An Episode - Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Along a narrow Moorish street
A blue-eyed soldier strode.
(Ah, well-a-day.)
Veiled from her lashes to her feet
She stepped from her abode,
(Ah, lack-a-day.)


Now love may guard a favoured wife
Who leaves the harem door;
(Ah, well-a-day.)
But hungry hearted is her life
When she is one of four.
(Ah, lack-a-day.)


If black eyes glow with sudden fire
And meet warm eyes of blue-
(Ah, well-a-day.)
The old, old story of desire
Repeats itself anew.
(Ah, lack-a-day.)


When bugles blow the soldier flies-
Though bitter tears may fall
(Ah, lack-a-day.)

A Moorish child with blue, blue eyes
Plays in the harem hall.

(Ah, well-a-day.)


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 2, 2010



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