
The poem's narrator recounts a tragic love story where the speaker's lover has abandoned them for another woman. The narrator expresses their anguish and despair, feeling that their heart has been shattered into a million pieces. They lament that their lover has forgotten the vows they made to each other and has instead chosen a newer, more beautiful face.
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox · First published 1916 · Genre: Poetry, Inspirational, Philosophical · 409 words
When the whole world resounds with rude alarms Of warring arms, When God's good earth, from border unto border Shows man's disorder, Let me not waste my dower of mortal might In grieving over wrongs I cannot right. This is my task: amid discordant strife To keep a clean sweet centre in my life; And though the human orchestra may be Playing all out of key- To tune my soul to symphonies above, And sound the note of love. This is my task.
This Is My Task is listed on Textopian as a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, dated 1916 CE.
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Poetry · American Literature · Women Authors · Inspirational · Motivational · Philosophical · Spiritual · Personal Growth · Self-Improvement · Empowerment · Individuality · Autonomy