Little Queen.

        Do you remember the name I wore -
    The old pet-name of Little Queen -
        In the dear, dead days that are no more,
    The happiest days of our lives, I ween?
        For we loved with that passionate love of youth
    That blesses but once with its perfect bliss -
        A love that, in spite of its trust and truth,
    Seems never to thrive in a world like this.

        I lived for you, and you lived for me;
    All was centered in "Little Queen;"
        And never a thought in our hearts had we
    That strife or trouble could come between.
        What utter sinking of self it was!
    How little we cared for the world of men!
        For love's fair kingdom and love's sweet laws
    Were all of the world and life to us then.

        But a love like ours was a challenge to Fate;
    She rang down the curtain and shifted the scene;
        Yet sometimes now, when the day grows late,
    I can hear you calling for Little Queen;
        For a happy home and a busy life
    Can never wholly crowd out our past;
        In the twilight pauses that come from strife,
    You will think of me while life shall last.

        And however sweet the voice of fame
    May sing to me of a great world's praise,
        I shall long sometimes for the old pet-name
    That you gave to me in the dear, dead days;
        And nothing the angel band can say,
    When I reach the shores of the great Unseen,
        Can please me so much as on that day
    To hear your greeting of "Little Queen."

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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I opened a long closed drawer to-day,
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