We've had no trouble, life and I,
Since Love shook hands, and said good-by;
I mean that fierce young love of youth,
So praised by poets, but in truth
An imp, by wicked fairies sent
To fill the heart with discontent.
What time he occupied my breast,
He racked me with a wild unrest.
I could not sleep, I could not toil;
He chilled my blood, and made it boil.
He tossed me to a dizzy height,
Then dragged me to the depths of night.
One moment life would seem so sweet,
I skimmed the earth with winged feet.
The next, 'twas like a cruel weight,
And all the world was desolate.
Love kept me in such constant strife,
I had no comfort with my life.
Now, since he's ceased to be my guest
My heart beats calmly in my breast.
No longer burned by fears, or pains,
My blood flows calmly through my veins,
A healthy tide; and brings me sleep,
From which I do not wake to weep.
I relish labor, and my food.
All day I'm in a happy mood.
My books, my friends, my toils, bring joy
And calm content without alloy.
I've had love's worst, and best, you see,
And know he holds no more for me.
Some hearts there are God-fashioned so,
Love can come in but once, you know.
And such a one was given me.
And others by the score I see
Wherein love ever comes and goes;
I'm glad I have not one of those,
For such know never that sweet peace,
Which comes but when love's visits cease.
No longer ridged by fear or doubt,
A level plain life stretches out,
Just sweetly lighted to the end
By star of faith, and smile of friend.
Maurine by Ella Wheeler
Milwaukee: Cramer, Aikens & Cramer, 1876.
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