Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 301.  
    But to every mind there openeth,
    A way, and way, and away,A high soul climbs the highway,
  • 302.  
    We will lay our summer away, my friend,
    So tenderly lay it away.It was bright and sweet to the very end,
  • 303.  
    How can I wait until you come to me?
    The once fleet mornings linger by the way; Their sunny smiles touched with malicious glee
  • 304.  
    There are not many sins when once we sift them.
    In actions of evolving human soulsStriving to reach high goals
  • 305.  
    The meadow larkâ??s trill and the brown thrushâ??s whistle
    From morning to evening fill all the sweet air, And my heart is as light as the down of a thistle â??
  • 306.  
    So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,
    To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the cheek so tender,
  • 307.  
    â??Tis time to dress. Dost hear the music surging
    Like sobbing waves that roll up from the sea? Yes, yes, I hear â?? I yield â?? no need of urging;
  • 308.  
    The devil in hell gave a festival,
    And he called his imps from their wine-Called them up from the ruddy cup,
  • 309.  
    With care, and skill, and cunning art
    She parried Time's malicious dart,And kept the years at bay,
  • 310.  
    I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,
    But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;And the strong hands of Time are too feeble and slender
  • 311.  
    O man, with your wonderful dower,
    O woman, with genius and grace, You can teach the whole world with your power,
  • 312.  
    A little time agone, a few brief years,
    And there was peace within our beauteous borders;Peace, and a prosperous people, and no fears
  • 313.  
    To-night when I came from the club at eleven,
    Under the gaslight I saw a face-A woman's face! and I swear to heaven
  • 314.  
    You remember the hall on the corner?
    To-night as I walked down streetI heard the sound of music,
  • 315.  
    (Suggested by the lives of Napoleon and Josephine.)

  • 316.  
    GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle,
    The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside: No more to its motion, o'er Sleep's fairy ocean,
  • 317.  
    'Little kids,' you call us
    As we are at play.You were little children
  • 318.  
    As we hurry away to the end, my friend,
    Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that the future will bring one thing,
  • 319.  
    'The maiden free, the maiden wed.
    Can never, never be the same,A new life springs from out the dead.
  • 320.  
    Life is a ponderous lesson-book, and Fate
    The teacher. When I came to love's fair leafMy teacher turned the page and bade me wait.
  • 321.  
    My heart is like a little bird
    That sits and sings for very gladness.Sorrow is some forgotten word,
  • 322.  
    A little leaf just in the forest's edge,
    All summer long, had listened to the wooingOf amorous brids that flew across the hedge,
  • 323.  
    There's a terrible steed that rests not night nor day,
    But onward and onward, for ever away,Through hamlet, through village, through country, through town,
  • 324.  
    Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.
    Cast sweets into its cup wheneâ??er you can.No heart so hard, but love at last may win it.
  • 325.  
    On the sea of life they floated,
    Brothers twain in manhood's pride,And the good ship 'Temperance' bore them,
  • 326.  
    Show me the way that leads to the true life.
    I do not care what tempests may assail me,I shall be given courage for the strife;
  • 327.  
    This is the world's stupendous hour-
    The supreme moment for the raceTo see the emptiness of power,
  • 328.  
    My soul is like a poor caged bird to-night,
    Beating its wings against the prison bars, Longing to reach the outer world of light,
  • 329.  
    It is easy to sit in the sunshine
    And talk to the man in the shade; It is easy to float in a well-trimmed boat,
  • 330.  
    In his great cushioned chair by the fender
    An old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,
  • 331.  
    The father sits in his lonely room,
    Outside sings a little bird.But the shadows are laden with death and gloom,
  • 332.  
    Let us begin, dear love, where we left off;
    Tie up the broken threads of that old dream; And go on happy as before; and seem
  • 333.  
    Have you heard of the king of Candy land?
    Well, listen while I sing,He has pages on every hand,
  • 334.  
    Only a blunder-a sad mistake;
    All my own fault and mine alone.The saddest error a heart can make;
  • 335.  
    The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam,
    And followed her low and high, But Moonbeam fled and hid her head,
  • 336.  
    The band was playing a waltz-quadrille,
    I felt as light as a wind-blown feather, As we floated away, at the callerâ??s will,
  • 337.  
    l, as my Angler wishes,
    While he dips his line in the ocean brine,Under the impression that his bait will catch the fishes.
  • 338.  
    If we sit down at set of sun,
    And count the things that we have done,And counting, find
  • 339.  
    I have written this day down in my heart
    As the sweetest day in the season; From all of the others I've set it apart---
  • 340.  
    In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth
    Reflected the sunrise above,I set forth with a heart full of courage and mirth
  • 341.  
    Today I had a burial of my dead.
    There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall, No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed
  • 342.  
    There is a courage, a majestic thing

  • 343.  
    If I could clasp my little babe
    Upon my breast to-night, I would not mind the blowing wind
  • 344.  
    I saw a fair youth, with a brow broad and white,
    And an eye that was beaming with intellect's light:And his face seemed to glow with the wealth of his mind;
  • 345.  
    A trusting little leaf of green,
    A bold audacious frost; A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
  • 346.  
    Look in the eyes of trouble with a smile,
    Extend your hand and do not be afraid. â??Tis but a friend who comes to masquerade,
  • 347.  
    Saw you the youth, with the face like the morning,
    Refilling the glass, that foamed white as the sea?Heard you the words that fell down like a warning,
  • 348.  
    Just when all hope had perished in my soul,
    And balked desire made havoc with my mind, My cruel Ladye suddenly grew kind,
  • 349.  
    Columbia, fair queen in your glory!
    Columbia, the pride of the earth! We crown you with song- wreath and story;
  • 350.  
    She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
    With the clash of arms and the bugle's call; But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
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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