Mesalliance.

        I am troubled to-night with a curious pain;
        It is not of the flesh, it is not of the brain,
    Nor yet of a heart that is breaking:
        But down still deeper, and out of sight -
        In the place where the soul and the body unite -
    There lies the scat of the aching.

        They have been lovers in days gone by;
        But the soul is fickle, and longs to fly
    From the fettering mesalliance:
        And she tears at the bonds which are binding her so,
        And pleads with the body to let her go,
    But he will not yield compliance.

        For the body loves, as he loved in the past,
        When he wedded the soul; and he holds her fast,
    And swears that he will not loose her;
        That he will keep her and hide her away
        For ever and ever and for a day
    From the arms of Death, the seducer.

        Ah! this is the strife that is wearying me -
        The strife 'twixt a soul that would be free
    And a body that will not let her.
        And I say to my soul, "Be calm, and wait;
        For I tell ye truly that soon or late
    Ye surely shall drop each fetter."

        And I say to the body, "Be kind, I pray;
        For the soul is not of thy mortal clay,
    But is formed in spirit fashion."
        And still through the hours of the solemn night
        I can hear my sad soul's plea for flight,
    And my body's reply of passion.

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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Delilah.

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    When I would grope nearer to God,
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An Old Man To His Sleeping Young Bride

As when the old moon lighted by the tender
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Life And I.

Life and I are lovers, straying
    Arm in arm along:
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    Full of mirth and song.

Life plucks all the blooming hours
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Then again, in rainy weather,
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    As all lovers do.

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