Poems of Progress by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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'Beautiful Land of Nod.' CUPID in ecstasy tiptoes about and clasps
his hands in delight.] Another scene! a matron in her prime, I saw myself glide peacefully with time Into the quiet middle years, content With simple joys the dear home circle lent. My sons and daughters made my diadem; I saw my happy youth renewed in them. The pain of growing old lost all its sting, For Love stood near--in Winter, as in Spring. [CUPID tiptoes to door and makes a signal. MAIDEN starts up dramatically.] 'Twas but a dream! I woke all suddenly. The world had changed! And now life means to me My art--the stage--excitement and the crowd - The glare of many foot-lights--and the loud Applause of men, as I cry in rage, 'Give me the dagger!' or creep down the stage In that sleep-walking scene. Oh, art like mine Will send the chills down every listener's spine! And when I choose, salt tears shall freely flow As in the moonlight I cry, 'Romeo! Romeo! Oh, wherefore art thou, Romeo?' Ay, 'tis done My dream of home life. CUPID |
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