The Past
Fling my past behind me, like a robe Worn threadbare in the seams, and out of date. I have outgrown it. Wherefore should I weep And dwell up on its beauty, and its dyes Of Oriental splendour, or complain That I must needs discard it? I can weave Upon the shuttles of the future years A fabric far more durable. Subdued, It may be, in the blending of its hues, Where sombre shades commingle, yet the gleam Of golden warp shall shoot it through and through, While over all a fadeless lustre lies, And starred with gems made out of crystalled tears, My new robe shall be richer than the old.
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"Fling my past behind me, like a robe..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Ella Wheeler Wilcox delivers a powerful performance in "The Past"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...