Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 301.  
    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
  • 302.  
    The solemn Sea of Silence lies between us;

  • 303.  
    I care not who were vicious back of me,
    No shadow of their sins on me is shed.My will is greater than heredity.
  • 304.  
    Life is too short for any vain regretting;
    Let dead delight bury its dead, I say,And let us go upon our way forgetting
  • 305.  
    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, -
  • 306.  
    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
  • 307.  
    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,
  • 308.  
    I may not reach the heights I seek, My untried strength may fail me;
  • 309.  
    Bohemia, o'er thy unatlassed borders
    How many cross, with half-reluctant feet, And unformed fears of dangers and disorders,
  • 310.  
    I see the tall church steeples,
    They reach so far, so far, But the eyes of my heart see the worldâ??s great mart,
  • 311.  
    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,
  • 312.  
    Whatever the strength of our foes is now,
    Whatever it may have been,This is our slogan, and this our vow-
  • 313.  
    Whatever is a cruel wrong,
    Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along
  • 314.  
    Last summer, lazing by the sea,
    I met a most entrancing creature, Her black eyes quite bewildered me---
  • 315.  
    A giddy young maiden with nimble feet,
    Heigh-ho! alack and alas!Declared she would far rather dance than eat,
  • 316.  
    These agent men! these agent men!
    We hear the dreaded step again,We see a stranger at the door;
  • 317.  
    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
  • 318.  
    I was smoking a cigarette;
    Maud, my wife, and the tenor McKeyWere singing together a blithe duet,
  • 319.  
    Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres,
    And, like a blessing or a curse, They thunder down the formless years,
  • 320.  
    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,
  • 321.  
    They drift down the hall together;
    He smiles in her lifted eyes.Like waves of that mighty river
  • 322.  
    In India's land one listens aghast
    To the people who scream and bawl;For each caste yells at a lower caste,
  • 323.  
    However skilled and strong art thou, my foe,
    However fierce is thy relentless hateThough firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, and straight
  • 324.  
    A maiden sat in teh sunset glow
    Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago, That we see through a mist of tears.
  • 325.  
    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.
  • 326.  
    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;
  • 327.  
    Hollow a grave where the willows wave,
    And lay him under the grasses,Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from the seas,
  • 328.  
    A mother kneels by the cradle,
    Where her little infant lies,And she sees the ghastly shadows
  • 329.  
    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,
  • 330.  
    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.
  • 331.  
    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,
  • 332.  
    Sometimes when I have dropped asleep,
    Draped in soft luxurious gloom, Across my drowsy mind will creep
  • 333.  
    High oâ??er the clouds a Sunbeam shone,
    And far down under him, With a subtle grace that was all her own,
  • 334.  
    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,
  • 335.  
    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,
  • 336.  
    So vast the tide of Love within me surging,
    It overflows like some stupendous sea, The confines of the Present and To-be;
  • 337.  
    All perfect things are saddening in effect.

  • 338.  
    Wherever my feet may wander
    Wherever I chance to be, There comes, with the coming of even' time
  • 339.  
    The impulse of all love is to create.
    God was so full of love, in his embraceHe clasped the empty nothingness of space,
  • 340.  
    Soar not too high, O bird of Hope!
    Because the skies are fair; The tempest may come on apace
  • 341.  
    Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
    Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
  • 342.  
    What are these nameless mysteries,
    These subtleties of life and death,That bring before our spirit eyes
  • 343.  
    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,
  • 344.  
    False! Good God, I am dreaming!
    No, no, it never can be-You who are so true in seeming,
  • 345.  
    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,
  • 346.  
    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
  • 347.  
    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,
  • 348.  
    The devil to Bacchus said, one day,
    In a scowling, growling, petulant way,As he came from earth to hell:
  • 349.  
    In the warm yellow smile of the morning,
    She stands at the lattice pane, And watches the strong young binders
  • 350.  
    Came a bouquet from the city,
    Fragrant, rich and debonair -Sweet carnation and geraniium,
Total 710 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Evening Angelus
 by Joyce Sutphen

I have forgotten the words,
and therefore I shall not conceive
of a mysterious salvation, I shall
not become a tall lily and bloom
into blue and white. Then what
oracular event shall appear on
my doorstep? What announcement
shall crowd me to a corner,

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