Ella Wheeler Wilcox
THREE WOMEN
BY
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
Author of "Poems of Passion," "Maurine," "Poems of
Pleasure," "How Salvator Won," "Custer and Other
Poems," "Men, Women and Emotions,"
"The Beautiful Land of Nod," Etc.
CHICAGO—NEW YORK
W. B. CONKEY COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Entered according to act of Congress, In the year 1897, by
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX,
In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
Entered at Stationers' Hall, London.
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Made in the United States.
THREE WOMEN
My love is young, so young;
Young is her cheek, and her throat,
And life is a song to be sung
With love the word for each note.
Young is her cheek and her throat;
Her eyes have the smile o' May.
And love is the word for each note
In the song of my life to-day.
Her eyes have the smile o' May;
Her heart is the heart of a dove,
And the song of my life to-day
Is love, beautiful love.
Her heart is the heart of a dove,
Ah, would it but fly to my breast
Where lone, beautiful love,
Has made it a downy nest.
Ah, would she but fly to my breast,
My love who is young, so young;
I have made her a downy nest
And life is a song to be sung.
THREE WOMEN.
I.
A dull little station, a man with the eye
Of a dreamer; a bevy of girls moving by;
A swift moving train and a hot Summer sun,
The curtain goes up, and our play is begun.
The drama of passion, of sorrow, of strife,
Which always is billed for the theatre Life.
It runs on forever, from year unto year,
With scarcely a change when new actors appear.
It is old as the world is—far older in truth,
For the world is a crude little planet of youth.
And back in the eras before it was formed,
The passions of hearts through the Universe stormed.
Maurice Somerville passed the cluster of girls
Who twisted their ribbons and fluttered their curls
In