Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems
A Dream That was a curious dream; I thought the three
Great planets that are drawing near the sun With such unerring certainty begun
A Girl’s Faith Across the miles that stretch between,
Through days of gloom or glad sunlight,There shines a face I have not seen
A Leaf Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve,
That you were married, or soon to be.I have not thought of you, I believe,
A March Snow 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
A Moorish Maid 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,
A Prayer 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,
A Reminiscence I saw the wild honey-bee kissing a rose
A wee one, that growsDown low on the bush, where her sisters above
A Song Of Life In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my heart and rejoice,And I thank the great Giver for giving
A Waft Of Perfume 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
Acquaintance Not we who daily walk the City's street;
Not those who have been cradled in its heart,Best understand its architectural art,
Advice 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,
Aesthetic In a garb that was guiltless of colours
She stood, with a dull, listless air-A creature of dumps and of dolours,
After The Battles Are Over Read at Reunion of the G. A. T., Madison, Wis., July 4, 1872.
All For Me All for me the bumble-bee
Drones his song in the perfect weather;And, just on purpose to sing to me,
All In A Coach And Four The quality folk went riding by,
All in a coach and four,And pretty Annette, in a calico gown
All Mad “He is mad as a hare, poor fellow,
And should be in chains,” you say.I haven't a doubt of your statement,
All Roads That Lead To God Are Good All roads that lead to God are good.
What matters it, your faith, or mine? Both centre at the goal divine
Always At Sea Always at sea I think about the dead.
On barques invisible they seem to sailThe self-same course; and from the decks cry ‘Hail'!
An Afternoon 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
An Episode Along the narrow Moorish street
A blue-eyed soldier strode. (Ah, well-a-day)
And They Are Dumb I have been across the bridges of the years.
Wet with tearsWere the ties on which I trod, going back
Applause I hold it one of the sad certain laws
Which makes our failures sometime seem more kindThan that success which brings sure loss behind-
Appreciation They prize not most the opulence of June
Who from the year's beginning to its closeDwell, where unfading verdure tireless grows,
Aquileia 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
Artist’s Life Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote,
Mad with melody, rhythm-rifeFrom the very first to the final note.
As You Go Through Life 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,
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Attainment There is no summit you may not attain,
No purpose which you may not yet achieve, If you will wait serenely and believe.
Battle Hymn Of The Women They are waking, they are waking,
In the east, and in the west;They are throwing wide their windows to the sun;
Be Not Attached ‘Be not attached.' So runs the great command
For those who seek to ‘know' and ‘understand.'Who sounds the waters of the deeper sea
Bound And Free 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!
Brotherhood When in the even ways of life
The old world jogs along,Our little coloured flags we flaunt:
Burdened “Genius, a man's weapon, a woman's burden.”-Lamartine.
By-and-bye “By-and-bye,” the maiden sighed-”by-and-bye
He will claim me for his bride,Hope is strong and time is fleet;
Canada England, father and mother in one,
Look on your stalwart son.Sturdy and strong, with the valour of youth,
Carlos 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,
Christ Crucified 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,
Compensations: 01 - Blind 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,
Compensations: 02 - Deaf 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;
Compensations: 03 - Shut-in Across my window glass
The moving shadows of the people pass.Sometimes the shadow's pause; and through the hall
Comrades I and my Soul are alone to-day,
All in the shining weather;We were sick of the world, and put it away,
Coronation Poem And Prayer The world has crowned a thousand kings:
But destiny has keptHer weightiest hour of kingly power
Dust-sealed I know not wherefore, but mine eyes
See bloom, where other eyes see blight.They find a rainbow, a sunrise,
East And West 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;
Ella Wheeler Wilcox I step across the mystic border-land,
And look upon the wonder-world of Art.How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!
England, Awake! A beautiful great lady, past her prime,
Behold her dreaming in her easy chair; Gray robed, and veiled; in laces old and rare,
Father 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
Fiction And Fact 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,
Five Kisses: 01 - The Mother’s Kiss Love breathed a secret to her listening heart,
And said “Be silent.” Though she guarded it,And dwelt as one within a world apart,
Five Kisses: 02 - The Betrothal 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
Poem of the day
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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