Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 51.  
    Let me lean hard upon the Eternal Breast;
    In all earth's devious ways, I sought for rest And found it not. I will be strong, said I,
  • 52.  
    Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great,
    How bitter and how black must be your self-invited fate, While Time goes down the centuries and sings his hymn of hate!
  • 53.  
    If I should die, to-day,
    To-morrow, maybe, the world would see Would waken from sleep, and say,
  • 54.  
    What do you think Red Robin
    Found by a mow of hay? Why, a flask brimful of liquor,
  • 55.  
    I saw two youths: both were fair in the face,
    They had set out foot to foot in life's race; But one said to the other, 'I say now, my brother,
  • 56.  
    I am the Voice of the Voiceless
    Through me the dumb shall speak Till the world's deaf ear be made to hear
  • 57.  
    I want more lives in which to love
    This world so full of beauty, I want more days to use the ways
  • 58.  
    Sitting alone by the window,
    Watching the moonlit street, Bending my head to listen
  • 59.  
    All through the Castle of High-bred Ease,
    Where the chief employment was do-as-you-please, Spread consternation and wild despair.
  • 60.  
    If you saw a lion
    Not within a cage, Would you tease and fret him
  • 61.  
    Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,
    A maxim I long have believed in, is true. Each day I grow firmer in this, my belief,
  • 62.  
    The cunningest thing that a baby can do
    Is the very first time it plays peek-a-boo;
  • 63.  
    I know not whence I came, I know not whither I go;
  • 64.  
    Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,
    A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl, One day all meet together
  • 65.  
    Oh many a duel the world has seen
    That was bitter with hate, that was red with gore. But I sing of a duel by far more cruel
  • 66.  
    There is nothing, I hold, in the way of work
    That a human being may not achieve If he does not falter, or shrink, or shirk,
  • 67.  
    Obscured the sun, the world is dark;
    Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc, Send down thy spark.
  • 68.  
    I know as my life grows older,
    And mine eyes have clearer sight, That under each rank of wrong, somewhere
  • 69.  
    We are the army stevedores, lusty and virile and strong,
    We are given the hardest work of the war, and the hours are long. We handle the heavy boxes, and shovel the dirty coal;
  • 70.  
    My love is young, so young;
    Young is her cheek, and her throat, And life is a song to be sung
  • 71.  
    Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone.
    Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow? The sunshine is to-day's, although it shone
  • 72.  
    I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
    Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry; But the husband was tip-toeing 'round like a mouse,
  • 73.  
    Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore,
    Nor question that the tenor of my life, Past, present and the future, is revealed
  • 74.  
  • 75.  
    This is the baby who doesn't do a thing,
    This is the lady who loves to wear a ring, This is their big sister, this is another,
  • 76.  
    I and new love, in all its living bloom,
    Sat vis-à-vis, while tender twilight hours Went softly by us, treading as on flowers.
  • 77.  
    She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,
    With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties, With her eyes inviting glances and her lips inviting kisses,
  • 78.  
    Beside an incubator stood
    The would-be mother of a brood.
  • 79.  
    I saw the farmer, when the day was done,
    And the proud sun had sought his crimson bed, And the mild stars came forward one by one-
  • 80.  
    To J. J. H., Of Kentucky

  • 81.  
    The subtle beauty of this day
    Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, And care and grief have flown away,
  • 82.  
    An idle rhyme of the summer time,
    Sweet, and solemn, and tender; Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays,
  • 83.  
    She waited in a rose-hued room;
    A wanton-hearted creature she, But beautiful and bright to see
  • 84.  
    In Nature's bright blossoms not always reposes
    That strange subtle essence more rare than their bloom, Which lies in the hearts of carnations and roses,
  • 85.  
    Methought a great wind swept across the earth,
    And all the toilers perished. Then I saw Pale terror blanch the rosy face of mirth,
  • 86.  
    Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
    Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from here
  • 87.  
    If all the year was summer-time,
    And all the aim of life Was just to lilt on like a rhyme â??
  • 88.  
    We have scores of temperance men,
    Bold and earnest, brave and true, Fighting with the tongue and pen,
  • 89.  
    Here in my office I sit and write
    Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak to from morn till night,
  • 90.  
    The times are not degenerate. Manâ??s faith
    Mounts higher than of old. No crumbling creed Can take from the immortal soul the need
  • 91.  
    There was a sound in the wind to-day,
    Like a joyous cymbal ringing! And the leaves of the trees talked with the breeze,
  • 92.  
    Why are thou sad, my Beppo? But last eve,
    Here at my feet, thy dear head on my breast, I heard thee say thy heart would no more grieve
  • 93.  
    After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
    Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires,
  • 94.  
    Above the din of commerce, above the clamor and rattle
    Of labor disputing with riches, of Anarchists' threats and groans, Above the hurry and hustle and roar of that bloodless battle,
  • 95.  
    Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,
    Mama will kiss him and make him well, Oh! what a miracle this is!
  • 96.  
    I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,
    When early morning's banners were unfurled.
  • 97.  
    Life has its shadows, as well as its sun;
    Its lights and its shades, all twined together. I tried to single them out, one by one,
  • 98.  
    And now, when poets are singing
    Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing
  • 99.  
    Though you see no banded army,
    Though you hear no cannons rattle, We are in a mighty contest,
  • 100.  
    Uncle Rob says:
    Once the daisies all were white, Till a baby fellow
Total 710 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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White In The Moon The Long Road Lies
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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
That leads me from my love.

Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust

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