Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Estranged

So well I knew your habits and your ways,
That like a picture painted on the skies,
At the sweet closing of the summer days,
   You stand before my eyes.

I see you on the old verandah there,
While slow the shadows of the twilight fall,
I see the very carving on the chair
   You tilt against the wall.

The West grows dim. The faithful evening star
Comes out and sheds its tender patient beam.
I almost catch the scent of your cigar,
   As you sit there and dream.

But dream of what? I know your outward life--
Your ways, your habits; know they have not changed.
But has one thought of me survived the strife
   Since we two were estranged?

I know not of the workings of your heart;
And yet I sometimes make myself believe
That I perchance do hold some little part
   Of reveries at eve.

I think you could not wholly put away
The memories of a past that held so much.
As birds fly homeward at the close of day,
   A word, a kiss, a touch,

Must sometimes come and nestle in your breast
And murmur to you of the long ago.
Oh do they stir you with a vague unrest?
   What would I give to know!

1. Worldly Wisdom
2. At Eleusis
3. Affirm
4. At Forty-Eight
5. I Shall Not Forget

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