Edith Wharton

(24 January 1862 – 11 August 1937 / New York City / United States)

A Failure - Poem by Edith Wharton

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(She Speaks.)


I MEANT to be so strong and true!
The world may smile and question, When?
But what I might have been to you
I cannot be to other men.
Just one in twenty to the rest,
And all in all to you alone, -
This was my dream; perchance 'tis best
That this, like other dreams, is flown.


For you I should have been so kind,
So prompt my spirit to control,
To win fresh vigor for my mind,
And purer beauties for my soul;
Beneath your eye I might have grown
To that divine, ideal height,
Which, mating wholly with your own,
Our equal spirits should unite.


Comments about A Failure by Edith Wharton

  • Gold Star - 26,723 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (8/19/2014 9:08:00 AM)

    Beautiful imaginations and nice poem it is. (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 686 Points Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (8/18/2014 6:16:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem by a great writer. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 373 Points Stephen W (8/18/2014 7:04:00 AM)

    Very sad poem. Many of us have such bitter regrets. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,664 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (8/18/2012 1:29:00 AM)

    This was my dream; perchance 'tis best
    That this, like other dreams, is flown........

    Fantastic reality also engraved with the whole. Nice...................................................................Pranab k c (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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