 | Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox |  |
DUST-SEALED
I know not wherefore, but mine eyes
See bloom, where other eyes see blight.
They find a rainbow, a sunrise,
Where others but discern deep night.
See bloom, where other eyes see blight.
They find a rainbow, a sunrise,
Where others but discern deep night.
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Men call me an enthusiast,
And say I look through gilded haze,
Because where'er my gaze is cast,
I see something that calls for praise.
And say I look through gilded haze,
Because where'er my gaze is cast,
I see something that calls for praise.
I say, “Behold those lovely eyes—
That tinted cheek of flowerlike grace.”
They answer in amused surprise:
“We thought it such a common face.”
That tinted cheek of flowerlike grace.”
They answer in amused surprise:
“We thought it such a common face.”
I say, “Was ever scene more fair?
I seem to walk in Eden's bowers.”
They answer, with a pitying air,
“The weeds are choking out the flowers.”
I seem to walk in Eden's bowers.”
They answer, with a pitying air,
“The weeds are choking out the flowers.”
I know not wherefore, but God lent
A deeper vision to my sight.
On whatsoe'er my gaze is bent,
I catch the beauty Infinite;
A deeper vision to my sight.
On whatsoe'er my gaze is bent,
I catch the beauty Infinite;
That underlying, hidden half
That all things hold of Deity.
So let the dull crowd sneer and laugh—
Their eyes are blind, they cannot see.
That all things hold of Deity.
So let the dull crowd sneer and laugh—
Their eyes are blind, they cannot see.
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