Guilo.

        Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone.
    Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow?
        The sunshine is to-day's, although it shone
    On yesterday, and may shine on to-morrow.

        I love but thee, my Guilo! be content;
    The greediest heart can claim but present pleasure.
        The future is thy God's. The past is spent.
    To-day is thine; clasp close the precious treasure.

        See how I love thee, Guilo! Lips and eyes
    Could never under thy fond gaze dissemble.
        I could not feign these passion-laden sighs;
    Deceiving thee, my pulses would not tremble.

        "So I loved Romney." Hush, thou foolish one -
    I should forget him wholly wouldst thou let me;
        Or but remember that his day was done
    From that supremest hour when first I met thee.

        "And Paul?" Well, what of Paul? Paul had blue eyes,
    And Romney gray, and thine are darkly tender!
        One finds fresh feelings under change of skies -
    A new horizon brings a newer splendor.

        As I love thee I never loved before;
    Believe me, Guilo, for I speak most truly.
        What though to Romney and to Paul I swore
    The self-same words; my heart now worships newly.

        We never feel the same emotion twice:
    No two ships ever ploughed the self-same billow;
        The waters change with every fall and rise;
    So, Guilo, go contented to thy pillow.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox was an American author and poet, born on November 5, 1850, and died on October 30, 1919. She was known for her works expressing optimistic views and moral lessons. Her most famous book was 'Poems of Passion'. Her poem 'Solitude' contains the famous lines, 'Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone'. Over her career, Wilcox became popularly known as a 'people's poet'.

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Individuality.

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