When I was young and loved poetry for its passion, I loved the tragic poems. This one, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox was one of my favorite for what I now view as an unhealthy co-dependency. I definitely identified with the tragic heroine and I memorized this poem years and years ago.
I still have the two books of hers, original prints, 1894, Poems of Pleasure and the other, Poems of Passion. The pages are yellowed and starting to decompose. I’ll take photos of them, or a video and post it when I have time. Not today. I would like to sell them or donate them to a museum. I will do another post when I have time.
CONSTANCY – Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I will be true. Mad stars forsake their courses,
And led by reckless meteors, turn away
From paths appointed by Eternal Forces;
But my fixed heart shall never go astray.
Like those calm worlds whose sun-directed motion
Is undisturbed by strife of wind or sea,
So shall my swerveless and serene devotion
Sweep on forever, loyal unto thee.
I will be true. The fickle tide, divided
Between two wooing shores, in wild unrest
May to and fro shift always undecided;
Not so the tide of Passion in my breast.
With the grand surge of some resistless river,
That hurries on, past mountain, vale, and sea,
Unto the main, its waters to deliver,
So my full heart keeps all its wealth for thee.
I will be true. Light barques may be belated,
Or turned aside by every breeze at play,
While sturdy ships, well manned and richly freighted,
With fair sails flying, anchor safe in Bay,
Like some firm rock, that, steadfast and unshaken,
Stands all unmoved when ebbing billows flee,
So would my heart stand, faithful if forsaken –
I will be true, though thou art false to me.
Today’s story brought to you by the Daily Post: By Heart – You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?