Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Here you will find the Poem The Rape Of The Mist of poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Rape Of The Mist

High o?er the clouds a Sunbeam shone, 
 And far down under him, 
With a subtle grace that was all her own, 
 The Mist gleamed, fair and dim.

He looked at her with burning eyes
 And longed to fall at her feet; 
Of all sweet things there under the skies, 
 He thought her the thing most sweet.

He had wooed oft, as a Sunbeam may, 
 Wave, and blossom, and flower; 
But never before had he felt the sway
 Of a great love?s mighty power.

Tall cloud-mountains and vast space-seas, 
 Wind, and tempest, and fire ?
What obstacles such as these
 To a heart that is filled with desire? 

Boldly he trod over cloud and star, 
 Boldly he swam through space, 
She caught the glow of his eyes afar
 And veiled her delicate face.

He was so strong and he was so bright, 
 And his breath was a breath of flame; 
The Mist grew pale with a vague, strange fright, 
 As fond, yet fierce, he came.

Close to his heart she was clasped and kissed; 
 She swooned in love?s alarms, 
And dead lay the beautiful pale-faced Mist
 In the Sunbeam?s passionate arms.