Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 101.  
    This little toe is hungry-
    This little toe is too, This toe lies abed like a sleepy head,
  • 102.  
    When I pass from earth away,
    Palsied though I be and gray, May my spirit keep so young
  • 103.  
    Out over childhood's borders,
    Manhood's brave banners unfurled, Weighed down with precepts and orders
  • 104.  
    As we journey along, with a laugh and a song,
    We see, on youthâ??s flower-decked slope, Like a beacon of light, shining fair on the sight,
  • 105.  
    Whoever you are as you read this,
    Whatever your trouble or grief, I want you to know and to heed this:
  • 106.  
    In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
    And in the pallor that succeeds it; by The quivering lid of an averted eye -
  • 107.  
    Who knows the way to wonderland?
    Oh, I know, Oh, I know! Trotty-te-trot on mama's knee,
  • 108.  
    The saddest hour of anguish and of loss
    Is not that season of supreme despair When we can find no least light anywhere
  • 109.  
    Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when death
    Sets its white seal upon some worshipped face. Poor human nature for a little space
  • 110.  
    This little toe is tired,
    This little toe needs rocking, This little toe is sleepy you know,
  • 111.  
    In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riot-
    The cream in a pot on the shelf, Where everything always seemed peaceful and quiet,
  • 112.  
    Over my desk in a dark office bending.
    Dim seems the sunlight and dull seems the day; But when the afternoon draws toward an ending,
  • 113.  
    I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge
    And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp;
  • 114.  
    What is flirtation? Really,
    How can I tell you that? But when she smiles I see its wiles,
  • 115.  
    Too sweet and too subtle for pen or for tongue
    In phrases unwritten and measures unsung, As deep and as strange as the sounds of the sea,
  • 116.  
    All the world was wearying,
    All the world was sad; Everything was shadow-filled;
  • 117.  
    I
    As in the long dead days marauding hosts
  • 118.  
    There was a kingdom known as the Mind,
    A kingdom vast as fair, And the brave king, Brain, had the right to reign,
  • 119.  
    Over the ocean of lifeâ??s commotion
    We sail till the night comes on. Sail and sail in a tiny boat,
  • 120.  
    I prayed for riches, and achieved success;
    All that I touched turned into gold. Alas! My cares were greater and my peace was less,
  • 121.  
    The hurry of the times affects us so
    In this swift rushing hour, we crowd and press
  • 122.  
    In the midnight of darkness and terror,
    When I would grope nearer to God, With my back to a record of error
  • 123.  
    All that I ask, 'says Love, 'is just to stand
    And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes; For in their depths lies largest Paradise.
  • 124.  
    The uses of sorrow I comprehend
    Better and better at each yearâ??s end.
  • 125.  
    AIR-'O SUSANNAH!'
    Ye soldiers in the temperance cause,
  • 126.  
    Toward even when the day leans down,
    To kiss the upturned face of night, Out just beyond the loud-voiced town
  • 127.  
    The Needle and Thread one day were wed,
    The Thimble acted as priest, A paper of Pins, and the Scissors twins
  • 128.  
    I into life so full of love was sent
    That all the shadows which fall on the way
  • 129.  
    Three Souls there were that reached the Heavenly Gate,
    And gained permission of the Guard to wait. Barred from the bliss of Paradise by sin,
  • 130.  
    In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,
    And I wander about them at will; And I pause at the casements, where boxes of blooms
  • 131.  
    There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,
    Curious isles without number. We'll visit them all as we leisurely creep
  • 132.  
    The year has but one June, dear friend;
    The year has but one June; And when that perfect month doth end,
  • 133.  
    Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle
    The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside. No more to its motion oâ??er sleepâ??s fairy ocean,
  • 134.  
    You will forget me. The years are so tender,
    They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep, This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendour
  • 135.  
    When Tom and I were married, we took a little flat;
    I had a taste for singing and playing and all that. And Tom, who loved to hear me, said he hoped
  • 136.  
    One bitter time of mourning, I remember,
    When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December,
  • 137.  
    Good-bye â?? Yes, I am going,
    Sudden? Well, you are right. But a startling truth came home to me
  • 138.  
    It may be you've seen her eyes,
    Dark and deep like midnight skies; You mayhap have seen them flash
  • 139.  
    There is much in life that makes me sorry as I journey
    down lifeâ??s way. And I seem to see more pathos in poor human
  • 140.  
    Let no man pray that he know not sorrow,
    Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow,
  • 141.  
    Thereâ??s many a house of grandeur,
    With turret, tower and dome, That knows not peace or comfort,
  • 142.  
    You know that oasis, fresh and fair
    In the city desert, as Greeley square?
  • 143.  
    I called to the summer sun,
    â??Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run,
  • 144.  
    I saw a mother give wine to her boy-
    The rain-drops fall and fall: The pride of his parents, a household joy,
  • 145.  
    Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,
    And here are the letters he wrote to me. And the ring of gold that I used to wear
  • 146.  
    Of all the blessings which my life has known,
    I value most, and most praise God for three: Want, Loneliness and Pain, those comrades true,
  • 147.  
    I know two women, and one is chaste
    And cold as the snows on a winters waste, Stainless ever I act and thought
  • 148.  
    She leaned out into the soft June weather,
    With her long loose tresses the night breeze played; Her eyes were as blue as the bells on the heather:
  • 149.  
    Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst not forget me.
    Although no more I haunt thy dreams at night, Thy hungering heart forever must regret me,
  • 150.  
    These quiet Autumn days,
    My soul, like Noah's dove, on airy wings Goes out and searches for the hidden things
Total 710 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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