Edith Wharton

(24 January 1862 – 11 August 1937 / New York City / United States)

Edith Wharton Poems

41. Battle Sleep 4/20/2010
42. A Grave 4/20/2010
43. Mona Lisa 4/20/2010
44. An Autumn Sunset 4/20/2010
45. A Meeting 4/20/2010
46. Happiness 4/20/2010
47. Grief 4/20/2010
48. Botticelli's Madonna In The Louvre 4/20/2010
49. Chartres 1/13/2003
50. Belgium 4/20/2010
51. A Failure 4/20/2010

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A Failure

(She Speaks.)

I MEANT to be so strong and true!
The world may smile and question, When?
But what I might have been to you
I cannot be to other men.
Just one in twenty to the rest,
And all in all to you alone, -
This was my dream; perchance 'tis best
That this, like other dreams, is flown.

For you I should have been so kind,
So prompt my spirit to control,
To win fresh vigor for my mind,
And purer beauties for my soul;
Beneath your eye I might have grown
To that divine, ideal height,
Which, mating wholly with your own,
Our equal ...

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A Hunting Song

Hunters, where does Hope nest?
Not in the half-oped breast,
Nor the young rose,
Nor April sunrise—those
With a quick wing she brushes,
The wide world through,
Greets with the throat of thrushes,
Fades from as fast as dew.

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