Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 1.  
    That was a curious dream; I thought the three
    Great planets that are drawing near the sun With such unerring certainty begun
  • 2.  
    Across the miles that stretch between,
    Through days of gloom or glad sunlight,There shines a face I have not seen
  • 3.  
    Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve,
    That you were married, or soon to be.I have not thought of you, I believe,
  • 4.  
    Let the old snow be covered with the new:
    The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.Let it be hidden wholly from our view
  • 5.  
    Above her veil a shrouded Moorish maid
    Showed melting eyes, as limpid as a lake;A brow untouched by care; a band of jetty hair,
  • 6.  
    Just as I shape the purport of my thought,
    Lord of the Universe, shape Thou my lot.Let each ill thought that in my heart may be,
  • 7.  
    I saw the wild honey-bee kissing a rose
    A wee one, that growsDown low on the bush, where her sisters above
  • 8.  
    In the rapture of life and of living,
    I lift up my heart and rejoice,And I thank the great Giver for giving
  • 9.  
    A waft of perfume from a bit of lace
    Moved lightly by a passing woman's hand;And on the common street, a sensuous grace
  • 10.  
    Not we who daily walk the City's street;
    Not those who have been cradled in its heart,Best understand its architectural art,
  • 11.  
    I must do as you do? Your way I own
    Is a very good way, and still,There are sometimes two straight roads to a town,
  • 12.  
    In a garb that was guiltless of colours
    She stood, with a dull, listless air-A creature of dumps and of dolours,
  • 13.  
    Read at Reunion of the G. A. T., Madison, Wis., July 4, 1872.

  • 14.  
    All for me the bumble-bee
    Drones his song in the perfect weather;And, just on purpose to sing to me,
  • 15.  
    The quality folk went riding by,
    All in a coach and four,And pretty Annette, in a calico gown
  • 16.  
    “He is mad as a hare, poor fellow,
    And should be in chains,” you say.I haven't a doubt of your statement,
  • 17.  
    All roads that lead to God are good.
    What matters it, your faith, or mine? Both centre at the goal divine
  • 18.  
    Always at sea I think about the dead.
    On barques invisible they seem to sailThe self-same course; and from the decks cry ‘Hail'!
  • 19.  
    I am stirred by the dream of an afternoon
    Of a perfect day-though it was not June;The lilt of winds, and the droning tune
  • 20.  
    Along the narrow Moorish street
    A blue-eyed soldier strode. (Ah, well-a-day)
  • 21.  
    I have been across the bridges of the years.
    Wet with tearsWere the ties on which I trod, going back
  • 22.  
    I hold it one of the sad certain laws
    Which makes our failures sometime seem more kindThan that success which brings sure loss behind-
  • 23.  
    They prize not most the opulence of June
    Who from the year's beginning to its closeDwell, where unfading verdure tireless grows,
  • 24.  
    On the election of the Roman Emperor Maximus, by the
    Senate, A.D. 238, a powerful army, headed by the Thraciangiant Maximus, laid siege to Aquileia. Though poorly
  • 25.  
    Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote,
    Mad with melody, rhythm-rifeFrom the very first to the final note.
  • 26.  
    Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
    And even when you find them,It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind,
  • 27.  

  • 28.  
    There is no summit you may not attain,
    No purpose which you may not yet achieve, If you will wait serenely and believe.
  • 29.  
    They are waking, they are waking,
    In the east, and in the west;They are throwing wide their windows to the sun;
  • 30.  
    ‘Be not attached.' So runs the great command
    For those who seek to ‘know' and ‘understand.'Who sounds the waters of the deeper sea
  • 31.  
    Come to me, Love! Come on the wings of the wind!
    Fly as the ring-dove would fly to his mate!Leave all your cares and your sorrows behind!
  • 32.  
    When in the even ways of life
    The old world jogs along,Our little coloured flags we flaunt:
  • 33.  
    “Genius, a man's weapon, a woman's burden.”-Lamartine.

  • 34.  
    “By-and-bye,” the maiden sighed-”by-and-bye
    He will claim me for his bride,Hope is strong and time is fleet;
  • 35.  
    England, father and mother in one,
    Look on your stalwart son.Sturdy and strong, with the valour of youth,
  • 36.  
    Last night I knelt low at my lady's feet.
    One soft, caressing hand played with my hair,And one I kissed and fondled. Kneeling there,
  • 37.  
    Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way
    To do the will of Christ, our Lord and Master, day by day;And with this prayer upon my lips, I knew not that I dreamed,
  • 38.  
    When first the shadows fell, like prison bars,
    And darkness spread before me, like a pall,I cried out for the sun, the earth, the stars,
  • 39.  
    I can recall a time, when on mine ears
    There fell chaotic sounds of earthly life,Shrill cries of triumph, and hoarse shouts of strife;
  • 40.  
    Across my window glass
    The moving shadows of the people pass.Sometimes the shadow's pause; and through the hall
  • 41.  
    I and my Soul are alone to-day,
    All in the shining weather;We were sick of the world, and put it away,
  • 42.  
    The world has crowned a thousand kings:
    But destiny has keptHer weightiest hour of kingly power
  • 43.  
    I know not wherefore, but mine eyes
    See bloom, where other eyes see blight.They find a rainbow, a sunrise,
  • 44.  
    The Day has never understood the Gloaming or the Night;
    Though sired by one Creative Power, and nursed at Nature's breast;The White Man ever fails to read the Dark Man's heart aright;
  • 45.  
    I step across the mystic border-land,
    And look upon the wonder-world of Art.How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!
  • 46.  
    A beautiful great lady, past her prime,
    Behold her dreaming in her easy chair; Gray robed, and veiled; in laces old and rare,
  • 47.  
    He never made a fortune, or a noise
    In the world where men are seeking after fame;But he had a healthy brood of girls and boys
  • 48.  
    In books I read, how men have lived and died,
    With hopeless love deep in their bosoms hidden.While she for whom they long in secret sighed,
  • 49.  
    Love breathed a secret to her listening heart,
    And said “Be silent.” Though she guarded it,And dwelt as one within a world apart,
  • 50.  
    There was a little pause between the dances;
    Without, somewhere, a tinkling fountain played.The dusky path was lit by ardent glances
Total 702 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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To Rose
 by Sara Teasdale

Rose, when I remember you,
Little lady, scarcely two,
I am suddenly aware
Of the angels in the air.
All your softly gracious ways
Make an island in my days
Where my thoughts fly back to be
Sheltered from too strong a sea.

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