Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 51.  
    As fleecy clouds trail back across the skies,
    Showing the sweet young moon in azure space, The lifted veil revealed her shining face-
  • 52.  
    Sequestered in their calm domestic bower,
    They sat together. He in manhood's primeAnd she a matron in her fullest flower.
  • 53.  
    The young see heaven-but to the old who wait
    The final call, the hills of youth arise More beautiful than shores of Paradise.
  • 54.  
    My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar,
    Higher and higher on soul-lent wings;But ever and often, and more and more
  • 55.  
    Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear
    As valued friends. He cannot knowThe zest of life who runneth here
  • 56.  
    Let me look always forward. Never back.
    Was I not formed for progress? OtherwiseWith onward pointing feet and searching eyes
  • 57.  
    From feasts abstain; be temperate, and pray;
    Fast if thou wilt; and yet, throughout the day,Neglect no labour and no duty shirk:
  • 58.  
    Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving
    Thy strong regard for me,Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving;
  • 59.  
    There are ghosts in the room.
    As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there They come out of the gloom,
  • 60.  
    God, what a joy it is to plant a tree,
    And from the sallow earth to watch it rise,Lifting its emerald branches to the skies
  • 61.  
    Into the world's most high and holy places
    Men carry selfishness, and graft and greed.The air is rent with warring of the races;
  • 62.  
    God measures souls by their capacity
    For entertaining his best Angel, Love.Who loveth most is nearest kin to God,
  • 63.  
    Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year
    I saw a tear.Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow
  • 64.  
    I feel the stirrings in me of great things.
    New half-fledged thoughts rise up and beat their wings,And tremble on the margin of their nest,
  • 65.  
    Last night I saw Helena. She whose praise
    Of late all men have sounded. She for whom Young Angus rashly sought a silent tomb
  • 66.  
    We know not what lies in us, till we seek;
    Men dive for pearls-they are not found on shore,The hillsides most unpromising and bleak
  • 67.  
    The roses all were pink and red,
    Before the Bumble Bee,A lover bold, with cloak of gold,
  • 68.  
    Oh, I have dreams. I sometimes dream of Life
    In the full meaning of that splendid word. Its subtle music which few men have heard,
  • 69.  
    Death! I know not what room you are abiding in,
    But I will go my way, Rejoicing day by day,
  • 70.  
    I look to Science for the cure of Crime;
    To patient righting of a thousand wrongs;To final healing of a thousand ills.
  • 71.  
    Dear love, if you and I could sail away,
    With snowy pennons to the wind unfurled,Across the waters of some unknown bay,
  • 72.  
    If Christ came questioning His world to-day,
    (If Christ came questioning,)‘What hast thou done to glorify thy God,
  • 73.  
    If I were a raindrop, and you were a leaf,
    I would burst from the cloud above you,And lie on your breast in a rapture of rest,
  • 74.  
    In England there are wrongs, no doubt,
    Which should be righted; so men say,Who seek to weed earth's garden out
  • 75.  
    In India's land one listens aghast
    To the people who scream and bawl;For each caste yells at a lower caste,
  • 76.  
    How happy they are, in all seeming,
    How gay, or how smilingly proud,How brightly their faces are beaming,
  • 77.  
    In the long run fame finds the deserving man.
    The lucky wight may prosper for a day,But in good time true merit leads the van,
  • 78.  
    Sometimes at night, when I sit and write,
    I hear the strangest things,-As my brain grows hot with burning thought,
  • 79.  
    To-day I was so weary and I lay
    In that delicious state of semi-waking,When baby, sitting with his nurse at play,
  • 80.  
    The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer;
    The headstones thicken along the way,And life grows sadder, but love grows stronger,
  • 81.  
    If the sad old world should jump a cog
    Sometime, in its dizzy spinning,And go off the track with a sudden jog,
  • 82.  
    It is done! in the fire's fitful flashes,
    The last line has withered and curled.In a tiny white heap of dead ashes
  • 83.  
    We will be what we could be. Do not say,
    “It might have been, had not or that, or this.”No fate can keep us from the chosen way;
  • 84.  
    All the selfish joys of earth,
    I am getting through.That which used to lure and lead
  • 85.  

  • 86.  
    Is the goal distant, and troubled the road,
    And the way long? And heavy your load?
  • 87.  
    When was it that love died? We were so fond,
    So very fond a little while ago. With leaping pulses, and blood all aglow,
  • 88.  
    Lean down and lift me higher, Josephine!
    From the Eternal Hills hast thou not seenHow I do strive for heights? but lacking wings,
  • 89.  
    Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams
    In vastness of clouds hid from thy sightThat yet shall gild with beautiful gold gleams,
  • 90.  
    Toward even, when the day leans down
    To kiss the upturned face of night,Out just beyond the loud-voiced town
  • 91.  
    All in the dark we grope along,
    And if we go amissWe learn at least which path is wrong,
  • 92.  
    Oh! I feel the growing glory
    Of our life upon this sphere,Of the life that like a river
  • 93.  
    Life, like a romping schoolboy, full of glee,
    Doth bear us on his shoulder for a time.There is no path too steep for him to climb.
  • 94.  
    Life and I are lovers, straying
    Arm in arm along:Often like two children Maying,
  • 95.  
    Is anyone sad in the world, I wonder?
    Does anyone weep on a day like this,With the sun above and the green earth under?
  • 96.  
    Let no man pray that he know not sorrow,
    Let no soul ask to be free from pain,For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow,
  • 97.  
    When God created this good world
    A few stupendous peaks were hurledFrom His strong hand, and they remain
  • 98.  
    Now we must part, my Lippo. Even so,
    I grieve to see thy sudden pained surprise;Gaze not on me with such accusing eyes-
  • 99.  
    Every morning and every night
    There passes our window near the street,A little girl with an eye so bright,
  • 100.  
    Whether you frolic with comrade boys,
    Or sit at your studies, or play with toys,Whatever your station, or place, or sphere,
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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