Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 651.  
    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
  • 652.  
    There are ghosts in the room.
    As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there They come out of the gloom,
  • 653.  
    Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving
    Thy strong regard for me,Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving;
  • 654.  
    From feasts abstain; be temperate, and pray;
    Fast if thou wilt; and yet, throughout the day,Neglect no labour and no duty shirk:
  • 655.  
    Let me look always forward. Never back.
    Was I not formed for progress? OtherwiseWith onward pointing feet and searching eyes
  • 656.  
    Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear
    As valued friends. He cannot knowThe zest of life who runneth here
  • 657.  
    My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar,
    Higher and higher on soul-lent wings;But ever and often, and more and more
  • 658.  
    The young see heaven-but to the old who wait
    The final call, the hills of youth arise More beautiful than shores of Paradise.
  • 659.  
    Sequestered in their calm domestic bower,
    They sat together. He in manhood's primeAnd she a matron in her fullest flower.
  • 660.  
    As fleecy clouds trail back across the skies,
    Showing the sweet young moon in azure space, The lifted veil revealed her shining face-
  • 661.  
    There was a little pause between the dances;
    Without, somewhere, a tinkling fountain played.The dusky path was lit by ardent glances
  • 662.  
    Love breathed a secret to her listening heart,
    And said “Be silent.” Though she guarded it,And dwelt as one within a world apart,
  • 663.  
    In books I read, how men have lived and died,
    With hopeless love deep in their bosoms hidden.While she for whom they long in secret sighed,
  • 664.  
    He never made a fortune, or a noise
    In the world where men are seeking after fame;But he had a healthy brood of girls and boys
  • 665.  
    A beautiful great lady, past her prime,
    Behold her dreaming in her easy chair; Gray robed, and veiled; in laces old and rare,
  • 666.  
    I step across the mystic border-land,
    And look upon the wonder-world of Art.How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!
  • 667.  
    The Day has never understood the Gloaming or the Night;
    Though sired by one Creative Power, and nursed at Nature's breast;The White Man ever fails to read the Dark Man's heart aright;
  • 668.  
    I know not wherefore, but mine eyes
    See bloom, where other eyes see blight.They find a rainbow, a sunrise,
  • 669.  
    The world has crowned a thousand kings:
    But destiny has keptHer weightiest hour of kingly power
  • 670.  
    I and my Soul are alone to-day,
    All in the shining weather;We were sick of the world, and put it away,
  • 671.  
    Across my window glass
    The moving shadows of the people pass.Sometimes the shadow's pause; and through the hall
  • 672.  
    I can recall a time, when on mine ears
    There fell chaotic sounds of earthly life,Shrill cries of triumph, and hoarse shouts of strife;
  • 673.  
    When first the shadows fell, like prison bars,
    And darkness spread before me, like a pall,I cried out for the sun, the earth, the stars,
  • 674.  
    Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way
    To do the will of Christ, our Lord and Master, day by day;And with this prayer upon my lips, I knew not that I dreamed,
  • 675.  
    Last night I knelt low at my lady's feet.
    One soft, caressing hand played with my hair,And one I kissed and fondled. Kneeling there,
  • 676.  
    England, father and mother in one,
    Look on your stalwart son.Sturdy and strong, with the valour of youth,
  • 677.  
    “By-and-bye,” the maiden sighed-”by-and-bye
    He will claim me for his bride,Hope is strong and time is fleet;
  • 678.  
    “Genius, a man's weapon, a woman's burden.”-Lamartine.

  • 679.  
    When in the even ways of life
    The old world jogs along,Our little coloured flags we flaunt:
  • 680.  
    Come to me, Love! Come on the wings of the wind!
    Fly as the ring-dove would fly to his mate!Leave all your cares and your sorrows behind!
  • 681.  
    ‘Be not attached.' So runs the great command
    For those who seek to ‘know' and ‘understand.'Who sounds the waters of the deeper sea
  • 682.  
    They are waking, they are waking,
    In the east, and in the west;They are throwing wide their windows to the sun;
  • 683.  
    There is no summit you may not attain,
    No purpose which you may not yet achieve, If you will wait serenely and believe.
  • 684.  

  • 685.  
    Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
    And even when you find them,It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind,
  • 686.  
    Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote,
    Mad with melody, rhythm-rifeFrom the very first to the final note.
  • 687.  
    On the election of the Roman Emperor Maximus, by the
    Senate, A.D. 238, a powerful army, headed by the Thraciangiant Maximus, laid siege to Aquileia. Though poorly
  • 688.  
    They prize not most the opulence of June
    Who from the year's beginning to its closeDwell, where unfading verdure tireless grows,
  • 689.  
    I hold it one of the sad certain laws
    Which makes our failures sometime seem more kindThan that success which brings sure loss behind-
  • 690.  
    I have been across the bridges of the years.
    Wet with tearsWere the ties on which I trod, going back
  • 691.  
    Along the narrow Moorish street
    A blue-eyed soldier strode. (Ah, well-a-day)
  • 692.  
    I am stirred by the dream of an afternoon
    Of a perfect day-though it was not June;The lilt of winds, and the droning tune
  • 693.  
    Always at sea I think about the dead.
    On barques invisible they seem to sailThe self-same course; and from the decks cry ‘Hail'!
  • 694.  
    All roads that lead to God are good.
    What matters it, your faith, or mine? Both centre at the goal divine
  • 695.  
    “He is mad as a hare, poor fellow,
    And should be in chains,” you say.I haven't a doubt of your statement,
  • 696.  
    The quality folk went riding by,
    All in a coach and four,And pretty Annette, in a calico gown
  • 697.  
    All for me the bumble-bee
    Drones his song in the perfect weather;And, just on purpose to sing to me,
  • 698.  
    Read at Reunion of the G. A. T., Madison, Wis., July 4, 1872.

  • 699.  
    In a garb that was guiltless of colours
    She stood, with a dull, listless air-A creature of dumps and of dolours,
  • 700.  
    I must do as you do? Your way I own
    Is a very good way, and still,There are sometimes two straight roads to a town,
Total 710 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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White in the moon the long road lies,
The moon stands blank above;
White in the moon the long road lies
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Still, still the shadows stay:
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