Poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 351.  
    The Wife
    The house is like a garden, The children are the flowers,
  • 352.  
    'What's in a glass of wine?'
    There, set the glass where I can look within.Now listen to me, friend, while I begin
  • 353.  
    There was a time when I was confident
    That God's stupendous mystery of birthWas mine to know. The wonder of it lent
  • 354.  
    When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,
    We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago. And etched on vacant places,
  • 355.  
    Now what were the words of Jesus,
    And what would He pause and say,If we were to meet in home or street,
  • 356.  
    When shall I hear the thrushes sing,
    And see their graceful, round throats swelling? When shall I watch the bluebirds bring
  • 357.  
    Changed? Yes, I will confess it â?? I have changed.
    I do not love you in the old fond way.I am your friend still â?? time has not estranged
  • 358.  
    Never since the race was started,
    Had a boy in any clime,Cause to be so thankful-hearted,
  • 359.  
    Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder -
    I check myself, and say, 'That mighty OneWho made the solar system cannot blunder -
  • 360.  
    When first I looked upon the face of Pain
    I shrank repelled, as one shrinks from a foeWho stands with dagger poised, as for a blow.
  • 361.  
    Came a bouquet from the city,
    Fragrant, rich and debonair -Sweet carnation and geraniium,
  • 362.  
    In the warm yellow smile of the morning,
    She stands at the lattice pane, And watches the strong young binders
  • 363.  
    The devil to Bacchus said, one day,
    In a scowling, growling, petulant way,As he came from earth to hell:
  • 364.  
    All love that has not friendship for its base,
    Is like a mansion built upon the sand.Though brave its walls as any in the land,
  • 365.  
    The first flower of the spring is not so fair
    Or bright, as one the ripe midsummer brings. The first faint note the forest warbler sings
  • 366.  
    Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!
    I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.It is time you found out that all men are not stoics,
  • 367.  
    False! Good God, I am dreaming!
    No, no, it never can be-You who are so true in seeming,
  • 368.  
    We are younger in years! Yes, that is true;
    But in some things we are older than you.For instance, you sometimes say with a smile,
  • 369.  
    What are these nameless mysteries,
    These subtleties of life and death,That bring before our spirit eyes
  • 370.  
    Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
    Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
  • 371.  
    Soar not too high, O bird of Hope!
    Because the skies are fair; The tempest may come on apace
  • 372.  
    The impulse of all love is to create.
    God was so full of love, in his embraceHe clasped the empty nothingness of space,
  • 373.  
    Wherever my feet may wander
    Wherever I chance to be, There comes, with the coming of even' time
  • 374.  
    All perfect things are saddening in effect.

  • 375.  
    So vast the tide of Love within me surging,
    It overflows like some stupendous sea, The confines of the Present and To-be;
  • 376.  
    I was in Dijon when the war's wild blast
    Was at its loudest; when there was no soundFrom dawn to dawn, save soldiers marching past,
  • 377.  
    In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,
    As we talk of the opera after the weather,As we chat of fashion and fad and style,
  • 378.  
    High oâ??er the clouds a Sunbeam shone,
    And far down under him, With a subtle grace that was all her own,
  • 379.  
    Sometimes when I have dropped asleep,
    Draped in soft luxurious gloom, Across my drowsy mind will creep
  • 380.  
    I told you the winter would go, love,
    I told you the winter would go, That he'd flee in shame when the south wind came,
  • 381.  
    Are you loving enough? There is some one dear,
    Some one you hold as the dearest of all In the holiest shrine of your heart.
  • 382.  
    Ah yes, I love you, and with all my heart;
    Just as a weaker woman loves her own, Better than I love my beloved art,
  • 383.  
    A mother kneels by the cradle,
    Where her little infant lies,And she sees the ghastly shadows
  • 384.  
    Hollow a grave where the willows wave,
    And lay him under the grasses,Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from the seas,
  • 385.  
    Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
    The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.He hastes to his dear ones o'er billows of foam;
  • 386.  
    I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth,
    And searched for Pleasure. On a distant heightFame's silhouette stood sharp against the skies.
  • 387.  
    A maiden sat in teh sunset glow
    Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago, That we see through a mist of tears.
  • 388.  
    However skilled and strong art thou, my foe,
    However fierce is thy relentless hateThough firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, and straight
  • 389.  
    In India's land one listens aghast
    To the people who scream and bawl;For each caste yells at a lower caste,
  • 390.  
    They drift down the hall together;
    He smiles in her lifted eyes.Like waves of that mighty river
  • 391.  
    The four winds of earth, the North, South, East, and West,
    Shrieked and groaned, sobbed and wailed, like the soul of unrest.I stood in the dusk of the twilight alone,
  • 392.  
    Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres,
    And, like a blessing or a curse, They thunder down the formless years,
  • 393.  
    I was smoking a cigarette;
    Maud, my wife, and the tenor McKeyWere singing together a blithe duet,
  • 394.  
    Let me to-day do something that shall take
    A little sadness from the worldâ??s vast store, And may I be so favoured as to make
  • 395.  
    These agent men! these agent men!
    We hear the dreaded step again,We see a stranger at the door;
  • 396.  
    A giddy young maiden with nimble feet,
    Heigh-ho! alack and alas!Declared she would far rather dance than eat,
  • 397.  
    Last summer, lazing by the sea,
    I met a most entrancing creature, Her black eyes quite bewildered me---
  • 398.  
    Whatever is a cruel wrong,
    Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along
  • 399.  
    Whatever the strength of our foes is now,
    Whatever it may have been,This is our slogan, and this our vow-
  • 400.  
    Like some school master, kind in being stern,
    Who hears the children crying oâ??er their slatesAnd calling, â??Help me master! â? yet helps not,
Total 702 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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