612. The Temperance Army Though you see no banded army,
Though you hear no cannons rattle,
We are in a mighty contest,
613. Song Of America And now, when poets are singing
Their songs of olden days,
And now, when the land is ringing
614. Sunshine And Shadow Life has its shadows, as well as its sun;
Its lights and its shades, all twined together.
I tried to single them out, one by one,
615. At Eleusis I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,
When early morning's banners were unfurled.
616. Mother's Kisses Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,
Mama will kiss him and make him well,
Oh! what a miracle this is!
617. The Falling Of Thrones Above the din of commerce, above the clamor and rattle
Of labor disputing with riches, of Anarchists' threats and groans,
Above the hurry and hustle and roar of that bloodless battle,
618. Friendship After Love After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its own fires,
619. Beppo Why are thou sad, my Beppo? But last eve,
Here at my feet, thy dear head on my breast,
I heard thee say thy heart would no more grieve
620. Greeting Poem There was a sound in the wind to-day,
Like a joyous cymbal ringing!
And the leaves of the trees talked with the breeze,
621. The Times The times are not degenerate. Manâ??s faith
Mounts higher than of old. No crumbling creed
Can take from the immortal soul the need
622. Over The Alley Here in my office I sit and write
Hour on hour, and day on day,
With no one to speak to from morn till night,
623. What We Want We have scores of temperance men,
Bold and earnest, brave and true,
Fighting with the tongue and pen,
624. An Answer If all the year was summer-time,
And all the aim of life
Was just to lilt on like a rhyme â??
625. The Beautiful Land Of Nod Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
Your head like the golden-rod,
And we will go sailing away from here
626. Death Of Labour Methought a great wind swept across the earth,
And all the toilers perished. Then I saw
Pale terror blanch the rosy face of mirth,
627. Memory's River In Nature's bright blossoms not always reposes
That strange subtle essence more rare than their bloom,
Which lies in the hearts of carnations and roses,
628. Transformation She waited in a rose-hued room;
A wanton-hearted creature she,
But beautiful and bright to see
629. Finis An idle rhyme of the summer time,
Sweet, and solemn, and tender;
Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays,
630. A Golden Day The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
And care and grief have flown away,
634. The Summer Girl She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,
With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,
With her eyes inviting glances and her lips inviting kisses,
635. New And Old I and new love, in all its living bloom,
Sat vis-Ã -vis, while tender twilight hours
Went softly by us, treading as on flowers.
636. Five Little Fingers This is the baby who doesn't do a thing,
This is the lady who loves to wear a ring,
This is their big sister, this is another,
638. To An Astrologer Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore,
Nor question that the tenor of my life,
Past, present and the future, is revealed
639. A Baby In The House I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;
But the husband was tip-toeing 'round like a mouse,
640. Guilo Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone.
Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow?
The sunshine is to-day's, although it shone
641. Three Women My love is young, so young;
Young is her cheek, and her throat,
And life is a song to be sung
642. The Stevedores We are the army stevedores, lusty and virile and strong,
We are given the hardest work of the war, and the hours are long.
We handle the heavy boxes, and shovel the dirty coal;
643. Whatever Is - Is Best I know as my life grows older,
And mine eyes have clearer sight,
That under each rank of wrong, somewhere
644. Speak Obscured the sun, the world is dark;
Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc,
Send down thy spark.
645. Limitless There is nothing, I hold, in the way of work
That a human being may not achieve
If he does not falter, or shrink, or shirk,
646. The Duel Oh many a duel the world has seen
That was bitter with hate, that was red with gore.
But I sing of a duel by far more cruel
647. A Fable Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,
A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,
One day all meet together
648. I Am Am
I know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go;
649. Peek-A-Boo The cunningest thing that a baby can do
Is the very first time it plays peek-a-boo;
650. The Same Old Strain Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,
A maxim I long have believed in, is true.
Each day I grow firmer in this, my belief,
Total 702 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Poem of the day
The Choice by Robert William Service
Some inherit manly beauty,
Some come into worldly wealth;
Some have lofty sense of duty,
Others boast exultant health.
Though the pick may be confusing,
Health, wealth, charm or character,
If you had the chance of choosing
Which would you prefer?
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