Poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 401.  
    I see the tall church steeples,
    They reach so far, so far, But the eyes of my heart see the worldâ??s great mart,
  • 402.  
    Bohemia, o'er thy unatlassed borders
    How many cross, with half-reluctant feet, And unformed fears of dangers and disorders,
  • 403.  
    I may not reach the heights I seek, My untried strength may fail me;
  • 404.  
    I have been down in the darkest water-
    Deep, deep down where no light could pierce;Alone with the things that are bent on slaughter,
  • 405.  
    I am a river flowing from Godâ??s sea
    Through devious ways. He mapped my course for me; I cannot change it; mine alone the toil
  • 406.  
    Sing to me! Something of sunlight and bloom,
    I am so compassed with sorrow and gloom, I am so sick with the worldâ??s noisse and strife, -
  • 407.  
    Life is too short for any vain regretting;
    Let dead delight bury its dead, I say,And let us go upon our way forgetting
  • 408.  
    I care not who were vicious back of me,
    No shadow of their sins on me is shed.My will is greater than heredity.
  • 409.  
    The solemn Sea of Silence lies between us;

  • 410.  
    You do but jest, sir, and you jest not well,
    How could the hand be enemy of the arm, Or seed and sod be rivals! How could light
  • 411.  
    I saw a maid with her chivalrous lover:
    He was both tender and true;He kissed her lips, vowing over and over,
  • 412.  
    Sometimes she seems so helpless and mild,
    So full of sweet unreason and so weak, So prone to some capricious whim or freak;
  • 413.  
    To Miss Eva Russell.
    The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.
  • 414.  
    One who claims that he knows about it
    Tells me the earth is a vale of sin;But I and the bees, and the birds we doubt it,
  • 415.  
    Smile a little, smile a little,
    As you go along, Not alone when life is pleasant,
  • 416.  
    The mighty forces of mysterious space
    Are one by one subdued by lordly man. The awful lightning that for eons ran
  • 417.  
    This is the way of it, wide world over,
    One is beloved, and one is the lover, One gives and the other receives.
  • 418.  
    Looking some papers over,
    Dusty and dim and old,I found some words that thrilled me
  • 419.  
    She must be honest, both in thought and deed,
    Of generous impulse, and above all greed; Not seeking praise, or place, or power, or pelf,
  • 420.  
    Heigh Ho! Well, the seasonâ??s over!
    Once again weâ??ve come to Lent! Programmeâ??s changes from balls and parties â??
  • 421.  
    One ship drives east and another drives west
    With the selfsame winds that blow.Tis the set of the sails
  • 422.  
    The queerest languages known to man,
    Sanscrit, Hebrew, Hindoostan,Are all translated and made as free
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  • 426.  
    Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;
    A song I sang, full many a year ago, Smiled up at me, as in a busy street
  • 427.  
    Camouflage is all the rage.
    Ladies in their fight with age- Soldiers in their fight with foes-
  • 428.  
    Now who is ready to go with me
    Off and away to dream town? Oh, such a journey as that will be,
  • 429.  
    We love but once. The great gold orb of light
    From dawn to eventide doth cast his ray; But the full splendour of his perfect might
  • 430.  
    However the battle is ended,
    Though proudly the victor comes, With flaunting flags and neighing nags
  • 431.  
    Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee
    That goes forth through the summer day and sings, And gathers honey from all growing things
  • 432.  
    It seemeth such a little way to me
    Across to that strange country â?? the Beyond; And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be
  • 433.  
    Reply to Rudyard Kiplingâ??s â??He travels the fastest who travels alone.â??
    Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,
  • 434.  
    Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,
    The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens resounded. Louder and louder still, by voices grown hoarse with terror,
  • 435.  
    I said this morning, as I leaned and threw
    My shutters open to the Spring's surprise, 'Tell me, O Earth, how is it that in you
  • 436.  
    You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:
    The tide of hope swells high within my breast, And hides the rough dark rocks of lifeâ??s unrest
  • 437.  
    In the journey of life, as we travel along
    To the mystical goal that is hidden from sight, You may stumble at times into Roadways of Wrong,
  • 438.  
    I saw them sitting in the shade;
    The long green vines hung over, But could not hide the gold-haired maid
  • 439.  
    She rose up in the early dawn,
    And white and silently she moved About the house. Four men had gone
  • 440.  
    I gave a beggar from my little store
    Of well-earned gold. He spent the shining ore And came again, and yet again, still cold
  • 441.  
    Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,
    Old times, old loves, old friendships, and old wine Why should the old monopolise all praise?
  • 442.  
    The God of the day has vanished,
    The light from the hills has fled, And the hand of an unseen artist
  • 443.  
    I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
    One solitary picture struck my eye: A distant ploughboy stood against the skyâ??
  • 444.  
    Once in the worldâ??s first prime,
    When nothing lived or stirred, Nothing but new-born Time,
  • 445.  
    Oh! that is a beautiful land, I wis,
    The land of the Gone-away Souls. Yes, a lovelier region by far than this
  • 446.  
    'Tis the song of the morning,
    The words of the sun, As he swings o'er the mountains:
  • 447.  
    Do you want to peep into Bedlam Town?
    Then come with me, when the day swings down, Into the cradle, whose rockers rim,
  • 448.  
    Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
    The road leads not down avenues of haste; But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
  • 449.  
    When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by,
    I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye; And out where the robin sang his song,
  • 450.  
    Uncle Rob says,
    That once on a time the fire flies Were stars with the others up in the skies.
Total 702 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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