Here you will find the Poem Transformation of poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox
She waited in a rose-hued room; A wanton-hearted creature she, But beautiful and bright to see As some great orchid just in bloom. Upon wide cushions stretched at ease She lolled in garments filmy fine, Which but enhanced each rounded line; A living picture, framed to please. A bold electric eye of light Leered through its ruddy screen of lace And feasted on her form and face As some wine-crimsoned roue might. From wall and niche, nude nymph beguiled Fair goddess of world-wide fame, But Psyche?s self was put to shame By one who from the cushions smiled. Exotic blossoms from a vase Their sweet narcotic breath exhaled; The lights, the objects round her paled ? She lost the sense of time and place. She seemed to float upon the air, Untrammeled, unrestricted, free; And rising from a vapory sea She saw a form divinely fair. A beauteous being in whose face Shone all the things sweet and true and good. The innocence of maidenhood, The motherhood of the race. The warmth which comes from heavenly fire, The strength which leads the weaker man To climb to God?s Eternal plan And conquer and control desire. She shook as with a mighty awe, For, gazing on this shape which stood Embodying all true womanhood, She knew it was herself she saw. She wake as from a dream. But when The laughter lover, light and bold Came with his talk of wine and gold He gazed, grew silent, gazed again; Then turned abashed from those calm eyes Where lurked no more the lure to sin. Her higher self had entered in, Her path now led to Paradise.