555. Time And Love Time flies. The swift hours hurry by
And speed us on to untried ways;
New seasons ripen, perish, die,
556. Our Atlas Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world,
Bore such a burden as this man, on whom the Gods have hurled
The evils of old festering lands-yea, hurled them in their might
557. A Maiden To Her Mirror He said he loved me! Then he called my hair
Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,
My cheek a rose leaf fallen on new snow;
558. Speech Talk happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woe. No path is wholly rough.
Look for the places that are smooth and clear,
559. The Law The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.
And when onto chaos the systems are hurled,
560. Thought-Magnets With each strong thought, with every earnest longing
For aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,
Invisible vast forces are set thronging
561. Searching These quiet Autumn days,
My soul, like Noah's dove, on airy wings
Goes out and searches for the hidden things
562. The Farewell To Clarimonde Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst not forget me.
Although no more I haunt thy dreams at night,
Thy hungering heart forever must regret me,
563. The Change She leaned out into the soft June weather,
With her long loose tresses the night breeze played;
Her eyes were as blue as the bells on the heather:
564. Two Women I know two women, and one is chaste
And cold as the snows on a winters waste,
Stainless ever I act and thought
565. Three Friends Of all the blessings which my life has known,
I value most, and most praise God for three:
Want, Loneliness and Pain, those comrades true,
566. One Woman's Memory Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,
And here are the letters he wrote to me.
And the ring of gold that I used to wear
567. What I Have Seen #1 I saw a mother give wine to her boy-
The rain-drops fall and fall:
The pride of his parents, a household joy,
568. Perished I called to the summer sun,
â??Come over the hills to-day!
Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run,
596. Song Of The Spirit Too sweet and too subtle for pen or for tongue
In phrases unwritten and measures unsung,
As deep and as strange as the sounds of the sea,
597. What Is Flirtation? What is flirtation? Really,
How can I tell you that?
But when she smiles I see its wiles,
598. Sunset I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge
And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp;
599. Song Of The Wheelman Over my desk in a dark office bending.
Dim seems the sunlight and dull seems the day;
But when the afternoon draws toward an ending,
600. In Grandmamma's Kitchen In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riot-
The cream in a pot on the shelf,
Where everything always seemed peaceful and quiet,
Total 702 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Poem of the day
A March Day In London by Amy Levy
The east wind blows in the street to-day;
The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey.
'Tis the wind of ice, the wind of fire,
Of cold despair and of hot desire,
Which chills the flesh to aches and pains,
And sends a fever through all the veins.