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Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox


The day has been wild and stormy,
   And full of the winds unrest,
And I sat down alone by the window,
   While the sunset dyed the West;
And the holy rush of twilight,
   As the day went over the hill,
Like the voice of a spirit seemed speaking
   And saying, Peace be still.

Then I thought with sudden longing,
   That it might be so with my woes;
That the life so wild and restless,
   When it reached the eves repose,
Might glow with a sudden glory,
   And be crowned with peace and rest;
And the holy calm of twilight
   Might come to my troubled breast.

All of the pain and passion
   That trouble my lifes long day
As the winds go down at sunset,
   May suddenly pass away.
And the wild and turbulent billows,
   That surge in my heart at will,
Shall be hushed into calm and silence
   By the whisper, Peace be still.
And my soul grew full of patience,
   And I said, I can bear it all,
Though the day be long and stormy,
   The twilight at last must fall.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems:
  1. The Birth of the Opal
  2. At Forty-Eight
  3. Artist and Man
  4. As by Fire
  5. But a Dream

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