
The story revolves around a young Italian violinist named Lippo who travels to America seeking fame and fortune. He becomes infatuated with a wealthy American woman, but their social differences and the woman's prior engagement hinder their love. Meanwhile, Lippo befriends a poor but talented singer who helps him rise to stardom. As Lippo's fortunes change, he must confront his past, his relationships, and his own identity.
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox · First published 1883 · Genre: Poetry, Romance, Drama · 296 words
Now we must part, my Lippo. Even so, I grieve to see thy sudden pained surprise; Gaze not on me with such accusing eyes- 'Twas thine own hand which dealt dear Love's death-blow.
I loved thee fondly yesterday. Till then Thy heart was like a covered golden cup Always above my eager lip held up. I fancied thou wert not as other men.
I knew that heart was filled with Love's sweet wine, Pressed wholly for my drinking. And my lip Grew parched with thirsting for one nectared sip Of what, denied me, seemed a draught divine.
Last evening, in the gloaming, that cup spilled Its precious contents. Even to the lees Were offered to me, saying, "Drink of these! " And, when I saw it empty, Love was killed.
Lippo is listed on Textopian as a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, dated 1883 CE.
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Romance · Novel · American Literature · Fiction · Classic · Historical Fiction · Love Story · Tragedy · Drama · Family Saga · Social Class · Wealth