Life has its shadows, as well as its sun
Its lights and its shades, all twined together
I tried to single them out, one by one.
Single and count them, determining wether
There was less blue than there was grey
And more of the deep night than of the day.
But dear me, dear me,my tasks but begun
And I am not half way into the sun.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Autograph book in private collection.
Untitled fragment of "Sunshine and Shadow" (stanza 1).
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