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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - The Jealous Gods
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Oh life is wonderful,` she said,
`And all my world is bright;
Can Paradise show fairer skies,
Or more effulgent light?`
(Speak lower, lower, mortal heart,
The jealous gods may hear.)


She turned for answer; but his gaze
Cut past her like a lance,
And shone like flame on one who came
With radiant glance for glance.
(You spoke too loud, O mortal heart,
The jealous gods were near.)


They walked through green and sunlit ways;
And yet the earth seemed black,
For there were three, where two should be;
So runs the world, alack.
(The listening gods, the jealous gods,
They want no Edens here.)
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