Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 201.  
    There sat two glasses, filled to the brim,
    On a rich man's table, rim to rim.One was ruddy and red as blood,
  • 202.  
    A vision beauteous as the morn,
    With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming,Slow glided o'er a field late shorn
  • 203.  
    Man has explored all countries and all lands,
    And made his own the secrets of each clime.Now, ere the world has fully reached its prime,
  • 204.  
    I am the voice of the voiceless;
    Through me the dumb shall speak;Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
  • 205.  
    The voices of the city-merged and swelled
    Into a mighty dissonance of sound,And from the medley rose these broken strains
  • 206.  
    Oh, I am sick of love reciprocated,
    Of hopes fulfilled, ambitions gratified.Life holds no thing to be anticipated,
  • 207.  
    Wherever the white man's feet have trod
    (Oh far does the white man stray)A bold road rifles the virginal sod,
  • 208.  
    What can be said in New Year rhymes,
    That's not been said a thousand times?
  • 209.  
    A changing medley of insistent sounds,
    Like broken airs, played on a Samisen,Pursues me, as the waves blot out the shore.
  • 210.  
    Is it the world, or my eyes, that are sadder?
    I see not the grace that I used to seeIn the meadow-brook whose song was so glad, or
  • 211.  
    So well the week has sped, hast thou a friend,
    Go spend an hour in converse. It will lendNew beauty to thy labours and thy life
  • 212.  
    Time has made conquest of so many things
    That once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youthThat ran to meet the years; bold brigand health,
  • 213.  
    Mother says, “Be in no hurry,
    Marriage oft means care and worry.”
  • 214.  
    In an interview with Lawrence Barrett, he said:
    “The literature of the New World must look to the Westfor its poetry.”
  • 215.  
    We two in the fever and fervour and glow
    Of life's high tide have rejoiced together;We have looked out over the glittering snow,
  • 216.  
    The highest culture is to speak no ill,
    The best reformer is the man whose eyesAre quick to see all beauty and all worth;
  • 217.  
    Another morning's banners are unfurled-
    Another day looks smiling on the world.It holds new laurels for thy soul to win;
  • 218.  
    One leaned on velvet cushions like a queen-
    To see him pass, the hero of an hour,Whom men called great. She bowed with languid mien,
  • 219.  
    Two dead men boarded a spectral ship
    In the astral Port of Space;On that ghost-filled barque, they met in the dark,
  • 220.  
    So much one thought about the life beyond
    He did not drain the waters of his pond;And when death laid his children 'neath the sod
  • 221.  
    Two sat down in the morning time,
    One to sing and one to spin.All men listened the song sublime-
  • 222.  
    In the fair morning of his life,
    When his pure heart lay in his breast, Panting, with all that wild unrest
  • 223.  

  • 224.  
    In the youth of the year, when the birds were building,
    When the green was showing on tree and hedge,And the tenderest light of all lights was gilding
  • 225.  
    Let mine not be that saddest fate of all
    To live beyond my greater self; to see My faculties decaying, as the tree
  • 226.  
    They stood at the garden gate.
    By the lifting of a lidShe might have read her fate
  • 227.  
    High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning,
    Albeit the sun shone bright;Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning,
  • 228.  
    Half-way unto the end-the week's high noon.
    The morning hours do speed away so soon!And, when the noon is reached, however bright,
  • 229.  
    Now, while thy rounded cheek is fresh and fair,
    While beauty lingers, laughing, in thine eyes,Ere thy young heart shall meet the stranger, “Care,”
  • 230.  
    When thy hand touches mine, through all the mesh
    Of intricate and interlaced veins Shoot swift delights that border on keen pains:
  • 231.  
    There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
    Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
  • 232.  
    You will be what you will to be;
    Let failure find its false contentIn that poor word “environment,”
  • 233.  
    There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,
    Can circumvent or hinder or controlThe firm resolve of a determined soul.
  • 234.  
    Falling upon the frozen world last
    I heard the slow beat of the Winter rain-Poor foolish drops, down-dripping all in vain;
  • 235.  
    What would I ask the kindly fates to give
    To crown her life, if I could have my way?My strongest wishes would be negative,
  • 236.  
    Strange are the ways that her feet have trod
    Since first she was set in the path of duty,Finished and fair by the hand of God,
  • 237.  
    It is easy enough to be pleasant
    When life flows by like a song,But the man worth while is the one who will smile
  • 238.  
    Sir Knight of the world's oldest order,
    Sir Knight of the Army of God,You have crossed the strange mystical border,
  • 239.  
    There is grief in the cup!
    I saw a proud mother set wine on the board;The eyes of her son sparkled bright as she poured
  • 240.  
    I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,
    Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;He had climbed the steep pathway, and cut his way through
  • 241.  
    I: BLIND

  • 242.  
    One moment alone in the garden,
    Under the August skies; The moon had gone but the stars shone on, -
  • 243.  
    Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French
    As along through France we go.But the moments to us that are keen and sweet
  • 244.  
    When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,

  • 245.  
    Three million women without mates
    In lonely homes on earth!And Cupid sighs at heaven's gates,
  • 246.  
    Out from my window westward
    I turn full oft my face; But the mountains rebuke the vision
  • 247.  
    I am all tired out, said the mouth, with a pout,
    I am all tired out with talk.Just wait, said the knee, till you're lame as you can be-
  • 248.  
    I will paint you a sign, rumseller,
    And hang it above your door; A truer and better signboard
  • 249.  
    If it were in my dead Pastâ??s power
    To let my Present baskIn some lost pleasure for an hour,
  • 250.  
    When your love begins to wane,
    Spare me from the cruel painOf all speech that tells me so -
Total 702 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Two Songs For Solitude: The Solitary
 by Sara Teasdale

Let them think I love them more than I do,
Let them think I care, though I go alone,
If it lifts their pride, what is it to me
Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone?

It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And strength to climb on a summer night

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