Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What I Have Seen #1

I saw a mother give wine to her boy–
The rain-drops fall and fall:
The pride of his parents, a household joy,
A mother’s blessing, her all.
 
I saw the cheek of the youth grow red–
The rain falls over the lea:
The light of his eye shone like jewels, they said:
It spoke of ruin to me.
 
I saw the youth drink again and again–
The rain falls heavy and fast:
I saw the mother’s brow furrowed with pain,
She was reaping her harvest at last.
 
I saw the youth go staggering by–
The rain-drops beat and beat:
Dulled was the light of his beautiful eye;
I saw him fall in the street.
 
I heard the rabble cry, ‘Shame! oh! shame!’
The rain-drops sob and sob:
I heard the drunkard’s once-honored name
Shouted aloud by the mob.
 
I saw the youth carried home to his door–
The rain-drops sob and sigh:
Saw the friends shun him, who sought him before,
Saw him sink lower, and die.
 
I saw the stone that bore only his name–
The rain-drops mutter and rave:
I saw the mother with sorrow and shame
Bowed to the brink of the grave.
Altre opere di Ella Wheeler Wilcox...



Alto