Oh life is wonderful,' she said, <br />'And all my world is bright; <br />Can Paradise show fairer skies, <br />Or more effulgent light?' <br />(Speak lower, lower, mortal heart, <br />The jealous gods may hear.) <br /> <br /> <br />She turned for answer; but his gaze <br />Cut past her like a lance, <br />And shone like flame on one who came <br />With radiant glance for glance. <br />(You spoke too loud, O mortal heart, <br />The jealous gods were near.) <br /> <br /> <br />They walked through green and sunlit ways; <br />And yet the earth seemed black, <br />For there were three, where two should be; <br />So runs the world, alack. <br />(The listening gods, the jealous gods, <br />They want no Edens here.)<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-jealous-gods/
