A Fatal Impress Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Fatal Impress

Rating: 2.8

A little leaf just in the forest's edge,
All summer long, had listened to the wooing
Of amorous brids that flew across the hedge,
Singing their blithe sweet songs for her undoing.
So many were the flattering things they told her,
The parent tree seemed quite too small to hold her.

At last one lonesome day she saw them fly
Across the fields behind the coquette summer,
They passed her with a laughing light good-bye,
When from the north, there strode a strange new comer;
Bold was his mien, as he gazed on her, crying,
'How comes it, then, that thou art left here sighing! '

'Now by my faith though art a lovely leaf-
May I not kiss that cheek so fair and tender? '
Her slighted heart welled full of bitter grief,
The rudeness of his words did not offend her,
She felt so sad, so desolate, so deserted,
Oh, if her lonely fate might be averted.

'One little kiss, ' he sighed, 'I ask no more-'
His face was cold, his lips too pale for passion.
She smiled assent; and then bold Frost leaned lower,
And clasped her close, and kissed in lover's fashion.
Her smooth cheek flushed to sudden guilty splendour,
Another kiss, and then sweet surrender.

Just for a day she was a beauteous sight,
The world looked on to pity and admire
This modest little leaf, that in a night
Had seemed to set the forest all on fire.
And then - this victim of a broken trust,
A withered thing, was trodden in the dust.

A Fatal Impress
Shaun Cronick 26 July 2019

The sheer brilliance of Ella wheeler Wilcox. The title alone and then reread this magnificent poem's last line. Brilliant. So clever.

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Shaun Cronick 29 June 2020

The flow and beat and rhyme pattern is more than magical poetry joy to behold. Ella at the peak of her poetry powers.

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Tamara Beryl Latham 25 July 2020

Beautifully romantic sestet poem with a rhyme scheme of cdcdee that is delivered perfectly. Great job!

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Mahtab Bangalee 25 July 2020

One little kiss, ' he sighed, 'I ask no more-' His face was cold, his lips too pale for passion...........fatal impression in passionate love! !

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Khairul Ahsan 25 July 2020

A lovely poem, a great joy to read and recite! Impressive ornamental language with brilliant metaphors. But above all, I would love to read this poem again, just for the two concluding lines: 'And then - this victim of a broken trust, A withered thing, was trodden in the dust'. How beautifully the poet has drawn the curtain! 10/10.

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Shaun Cronick 25 July 2020

I stand by by my two earlier comments and sleep well dear Ella. Sleep well and may God Bless and Keep you.

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Edward Kofi Louis 25 July 2020

Lonesome day! ! ! ! Loneliness, With the muse of your faith. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Ruta Mohapatra 25 July 2020

One feels the cold wind as one progresses down the poem, so expressive!

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin
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