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Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Changed? Yes, I will confess it  I have changed.
I do not love you in the old fond way.
I am your friend still  time has not estranged
One kindly feeling of that vanished day.

But the bright glamour which made life a dream, 
The rapture of that time, its sweet content, 
Like visions of a sleepers brain they seem 
And yet I cannot tell you how they went.

Why do you gaze with such accusing eyes
Upon me, dear? It is so very strange
That hearts, like all things underneath Gods skies, 
Should sometimes feel the influence of change? 

The birds, the flowers, the foliage of the trees, 
The stars which seem so fixed, and so sublime, 
Vast continents, and the eternal seas, -
All these do change, with ever-changing time.

The face our mirror shows us year on year
Is not the same; our dearest aim, or need, 
Our lightest thought, or feeling hope, or fear, 
All, all the law of alternation heed.

How can we ask the human heart to stay, 
Content with fancies of Youths earliest hours? 
The year outgrows the violets of May, 
Although, maybe, there are no fairer flowers.

And life may hold no sweeter love than this, 
Which lies so cold, so voiceless, and so dumb, 
And will I miss it, dear? Why, yes, we miss
The violets always  till the roses come!

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems:
  1. The Birth of the Opal
  2. The Awakening (I love the tropics, where sun and rain)
  3. The Breaking of Chains
  4. The Chain
  5. The Coming Man

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Algernon Swinburne Change ("But now life's face beholden")
  • George Wither Change ("The voice which I did more esteem")
  • William Howells Change ("SOMETIMES, when after spirited debate")
  • Jones Very Change ("Father! there is no change to live with Thee")

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