POEMS: “The Past” By Ella Wheeler Wilcox  

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THE PAST

 

I fling the past behind me, like a robe
Worn threadbare in the seams, and out of date.
I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep
And dwell upon its beauty, and its dyes
Of Oriental splendour, or complain
That I must needs discard it? I can weave
Upon the shuttles of the future years
A fabric far more durable. Subdued,
It may be, in the blending of its hues,
Where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam
Of golden warp shall shoot it through and through,
While over all a fadeless lustre lies,
And starred with gems made out of crystalled tears,
My new robe shall be richer than the old.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Excellent 😊😊😊 poem by Ella and the robe too looks so lovely. Nice post Amira

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    1. Thank you so much dear Kamal! So glad you ejoyed the post and the robe! 🙂 ❤

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      1. You are always welcome dear Amira ♥️♥️♥️♥️

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  2. LindaP says:

    Beautifully written poem and so true! Beautiful robe as well! Thanks,Amira.

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    1. Thank you so much Linda! Yes, I agree this is a gorgeous gown 🙂

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