Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Is It Well By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Is It Well By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Is It Well Saw you the youth, with the face like the morning, Refilling the glass, that foamed white as the sea? Heard you the words that fell down like a warning, ‘Lift not the glass: it holds sorrow for thee’? He heeds not nor listens: The red liquor glistens, And he sees not the fangs... »

Good Templars’ Song By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Good Templars’ Song By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Good Templars’ Song AIR-‘O SUSANNAH!’ Ye soldiers in the temperance cause, Our work is but begun. Oh! sit not down in idleness And think the field is won. Our lambs are straying from the fold, The wolves are on the track: Oh! can you sit and see them go, Nor strive to bring them ba... »

My Vision By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My Vision By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My Vision Wherever my feet may wander Wherever I chance to be, There comes, with the coming of even’ time A vision sweet to me. I see my mother sitting In the old familiar place, And she rocks to the tune her needles sing, And thinks of an absent face. I can hear the roar of the city AAbout me... »

Lay It Away By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Lay It Away By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Lay It Away We will lay our summer away, my friend, So tenderly lay it away. It was bright and sweet to the very end, Like one long, golden day. Nothing sweeter could come to me, Nothing sweeter to you. We will lay it away, and let it be, Hid from the whole world’s view. We will lay it away like a d... »

The Times By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Times By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Times The times are not degenerate. Man’s faith Mounts higher than of old. No crumbling creed Can take from the immortal soul the need Of that supreme Creator, God. The wraith Of dead beliefs we cherished in our youth Fades but to let us welcome new-born Truth. Man may not worship at the ancient... »

Resolve By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Resolve By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Resolve Build on resolve, and not upon regret, The structure of thy future. Do not grope Among the shadows of old sins, but let Thine own soul’s light shine on the path of hope And dissipate the darkness. Waste no tears Upon the blotted record of lost years, But turn the leaf, and smile, oh! smile, ... »

His Youth By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

His Youth By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

His Youth Dying? I am not dying. Are you mad? You think I need to ask for heavenly grace? I think you are a fiend, who would be glad To see me struggle in death’s cold embrace. ‘But, man you lie! for I am strong-in truth Stronger than I have been in years; and soon I shall feel young aga... »

A Sculptor By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Sculptor By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Sculptor As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts Chisel and hammer to the block at hand, Before my half-formed character I stand And ply the shining tools of mental gifts. I’ll cut away a huge, unsightly side Of selfishness, and smooth to curves of grace The angles of ill-temper. And no t... »

The Muse And The Poet By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Muse And The Poet By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Muse And The Poet The Muse said, Let us sing a little song Wherein no hint of wrong, No echo of the great world need, or pain, Shall mar the strain. Lock fast the swinging portal of thy heart; Keep sympathy apart. Sing of the sunset, of the dawn, the sea; Of any thing or nothing, so there be No ... »

Lost By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Lost By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Lost You left me with the autumn time; When the winter stripped the forest bare, Then dressed it in his spotless rime; When frosts were lurking in the air You left me here and went away. The winds were cold; you could not stay. You sought a warmer clime, until The south wind, artful maid, should bre... »

Breaking The Day In Two By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Breaking The Day In Two By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Breaking The Day In Two When from dawn till noon seems one long day, And from noon till night another, Oh, then should a little boy come from play, And creep into the arms of his mother. Snugly creep and fall asleep, O come, my baby, do; Creep into my lap, and with a nap, We’ll break the day i... »

The Wish By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Wish By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Wish Should some great angel say to me to-morrow, “Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start, But God will grant, in pity, for thy sorrow, Some one dear wish, the nearest to thy heart.’ This were my wish! from my life’s dim beginning Let be what has been! wisdom planned the whole; My want, m... »

Song Of The Aviator By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Song Of The Aviator By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Song Of The Aviator You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed, You may laugh with delight as you ride the ocean, You may rush afar in your touring car, Leaping, sweeping, by things that are creeping- But you never will know the joy of motion Till you rise up over the earth some day, A... »

In The Garden By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In The Garden By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In The Garden One moment alone in the garden, Under the August skies; The moon had gone but the stars shone on, – Shone like your beautiful eyes. Away from the glitter and gaslight, Alone in the garden there, While the mirth of the throng, in laugh and song, Floated out on the air. You looked ... »

An Episode By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

An Episode By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

An Episode Along a narrow Moorish street A blue-eyed soldier strode. (Ah, well-a-day.) Veiled from her lashes to her feet She stepped from her abode, (Ah, lack-a-day.) Now love may guard a favoured wife Who leaves the harem door; (Ah, well-a-day.) But hungry hearted is her life When she is one of fo... »

The Song Of The Sandwich By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Song Of The Sandwich By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Song Of The Sandwich We met at night in the season’s hight, Mid revel and mirth and song. I looked in your eye with a mute, mute cry, As you elbowed your way through the throng. Alone in that crowd of men who bowed, And flattered, and flirted around, Your quick thought guessed the woe in m... »

What Shall We Do By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Shall We Do By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Shall We Do Here now, for evermore, our lives must part. My path leads there, and yours another way. What shall we do with this fond love, dear heart? It grows a heavier burden day by day. Hide it? In all earth’s caverns, void and vast, There is not room enough to hide it, dear; Not even the mi... »

Contentment By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Contentment By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Contentment If any line that I ever penned, Or any word I have spoken, Has comforted heart of foe or friend – In any way, why my life, I’ll say, Has reaped the reward of labour, If aught I have said, or written, has made Gladder the heart o’ my neighbour. If any deed that I ever di... »

Art And Heart By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Art And Heart By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Art And Heart Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover, It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over. Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it, And the finest phrase falls dead if there is no feeling behind it. Though perfect the player’... »

A Golden Day By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Golden Day By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Golden Day The subtle beauty of this day Hangs o’er me like a fairy spell, And care and grief have flown away, And every breeze sings, “all is well.” I ask, “Holds earth or sin, or woe?” My heart replies, “I do not know.” Nay! all we know, or feel, my hear... »

Custer; Book Third By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Custer; Book Third By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Custer; Book Third I As in the long dead days marauding hosts Of Indians came from far Siberian coasts, And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their grounds, Despoiled their homes (but left their tell-tale mounds), So has the white man with the Indians done. Now with their backs against the setting sun ... »

At Bay By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

At Bay By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

At Bay Wife Reach out your arms, and hold me close and fast. Tell me there are no memories of your past That mar this love of ours, so great, so vast. Husband Some truths are cheapened when too oft averred. Does not the deed speak louder than the word? (dear God, that old dream woke again and stirre... »

The Traveled Man By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Traveled Man By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Traveled Man Sometimes I wish the railroads all were torn out, The ships all sunk among the coral strands. I am so very weary, yea, so worn out, With tales of those who visit foreign lands. When asked to dine, to meet these traveled people, My soup seems brewed from cemetery bones. The fish grow... »

Response By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Response By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Response 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 Year after year the same fresh feelings rise? How do you keep your young exultant glee? No more those sweet emotions come to me. ‘I note through a... »

How Does Love Speak By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How Does Love Speak By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How Does Love Speak In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by The quivering lid of an averted eye – The smile that proves the parent of a sigh: Thus doth Love speak. How does Love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak Of bounding pulses that... »

A Song Of Life By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Song Of Life By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Song Of Life In the rapture of life and of living, I lift up my head and rejoice, And I thank the great Giver for giving The soul of my gladness a voice. In the glow of the glorious weather, In the sweet-scented, sensuous air, My burdens seem light as a feather – They are nothing to bear. In the s... »

The Needle And Thread By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Needle And Thread By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Needle And Thread The Needle and Thread one day were wed, The Thimble acted as priest, A paper of Pins, and the Scissors twins Were among the guests at the feast. That dandy trim the Bodkin slim Danced with Miss Tape-measure, But he stepped on her trail, and she called him ‘a whale,’... »

Love By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love The longer I live and the more I see Of the struggle of souls towards the heights above, The stronger this truth comes home to me— That the Universe rests on the shoulders of love, A love so limitless, deep, and broad, That men have re-named it, and called it God. And nothing that was eve... »

But One By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

But One By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

But One The year has but one June, dear friend; The year has but one June; And when that perfect month doth end, The robin’s song, though loud, though long, Seems never quite in tune. The rose, though still its blushing face By bee and bird is seen, May yet have lost that subtle grace— That na... »

The Year By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Year By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Year What can be said in New Year rhymes, That’s not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light, We lie down weeping with the night. We hug the world until it stings, We curse it then and sigh for... »

Song Of The Rail By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Song Of The Rail By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Song Of The Rail Oh, an ugly thing is an iron rail, Black, with its face to the dust. But it carries a message where winged things fail; It crosses the mountains, and catches the trail, While the winds and the sea make sport of a sail; Oh, a rail is a friend to trust. The iron rail, with its face to... »

In The Long Run By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In The Long Run By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In The Long Run In the long run fame finds the deserving man. The lucky wight may prosper for a day, But in good time true merit leads the van, And vain pretense, unnoticed, goes its way. There is no Chance, no Destiny, no Fate, But Fortune smiles on those who work and wait, In the long run. In the ... »

An Inspiration By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

An Inspiration By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

An Inspiration However the battle is ended, Though proudly the victor comes With fluttering flags and prancing nags And echoing roll of drums. Still truth proclaims this motto, In letters of living light, – No Question is ever settled, Until it is settled right. Though the heel of the strong o... »

Ph. Best & Co.’s Lager-Beer By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ph. Best & Co.’s Lager-Beer By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ph. Best & Co.’s Lager-Beer In every part of the thrifty town, Whether my course be up or down, In lane, and alley, and avenue, Painted in yellow, and red, and blue, This side and that, east and west, Was this flaunting sign-board of ‘Ph. Best.’ ‘Twas hung high up, and s... »

Thy Ship By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Thy Ship By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Thy Ship Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay stored The priceless riches of all climes and lands, Say, woudst thou let it float upon the seas Unpiloted, of fickle winds the sport, And of wild waves and hidden rocks the prey? Thine is that ship; and in its depths concealed Lies all the wealth o... »

The Story Of Grumble Tone By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Story Of Grumble Tone By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Story Of Grumble Tone There was a boy named Grumble Tone, who ran away to sea. ‘I’m sick of things on land,’ he said, ‘as sick as I can be, A life upon the bounding wave is just the life for me!’ But the seething ocean billows failed to stimulate his mirth, For he d... »

Which Are You By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Which Are You By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Which Are You There are two kinds of people on earth to-day; Just two kinds of people, no more, I say. Not the sinner and saint, for it’s well understood, The good are half bad, and the bad are half good. Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a man’s wealth, You must first know the stat... »

To Marry Or Not To Marry By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

To Marry Or Not To Marry By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

To Marry Or Not To Marry A Girl’s Reverie Mother says, ‘Be in no hurry, Marriage oft means care and worry.’ Auntie says, with manner grave, ‘Wife is synonym for slave.’ Father asks, in tones commanding, ‘How does Bradstreet rate his standing? ’ Sister, crooning to her twins, Sighs, ‘With marriage ca... »

At Eleusis By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

At Eleusis By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

At Eleusis I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight, When early morning’s banners were unfurled. From high Olympus, gazing on the world, The ancient gods once saw it with delight. Sad Demeter had in a single night Removed her sombre garments! and mine eyes Beheld a ‘broidered mantle in pale d... »

The Traveller By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Traveller By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Traveller Reply to Rudyard Kipling’s ‘He travels the fastest who travels alone.’ Who travels alone with his eye on the heights, Though he laughs in the day time oft weeps on the nights; For courage goes down at the set of the sun, When the toil of the journey is all borne by one. He speeds but t... »

Reunited By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Reunited By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Reunited Let us begin, dear love, where we left off; Tie up the broken threads of that old dream; And go on happy as before; and seem Lovers again, though all the world may scoff. Let us forget the graves, which lie between Our parting and our meeting, and the tears That rusted out the goldwork of t... »

How Salvator Won By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How Salvator Won By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How Salvator Won The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone, More proud than a monarch who sits on a throne. I am but a jockey, yet shout upon shout Went up from the people who watched me ride out; And the cheers that rang forth from that warm-hearted crowd, Were as earnest as those to which monarch... »

A Suggestion By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Suggestion By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Suggestion As I go and shop, sir! If a car I stop, sir! Where you chance to sit, And you want to read, sir! Never mind or heed, sir! I’ll not care a bit. For it’s now aesthetic To be quite athletic. That’s our fad, you know. I can hold the strap, sir! And keep off your lap, sir! As we jolting go. ... »

The Ogre Slam-The-Door By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Ogre Slam-The-Door By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Ogre Slam-The-Door There is a certain castle that is beautiful and fair, And plants, and birds, and pretty things, fill every room and hall, But alas! for the unhappy folks who make their dwelling there, A dreadful ogre haunts the house and tries to kill them all. Some day I fear will find them ... »

Love Is Enough By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love Is Enough By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love Is Enough Love is enough. Let us not ask for gold. Wealth breeds false aims, and pride and selfishness; In those serene, Arcadian days of old Men gave no thought to princely homes and dress. The gods who dwelt on fair Olympia’s height Lived only for dear love and love’s delight. Lov... »

By-And-Bye By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

By-And-Bye By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

By-And-Bye ‘By-and-bye, ’ the maiden sighed – ‘by-and-bye He will claim me for his bride, Hope is strong and time is fleet; Youth is fair, and love is sweet, Clouds will pass that fleck my sky, He will come back by-and-bye.’ ‘By-and-bye, ’ the soldier said – ‘by-and-bye, After I have fought and bled... »

The Yellow-Covered Almanac By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Yellow-Covered Almanac By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Yellow-Covered Almanac I left the farm when mother died and changed my place of dwelling To daughter Susie’s stylish house right on the city street: And there was them before I came that sort of scared me, telling How I would find the town folks’ ways so difficult to meet; They said I’d have no ... »

Song Of The Spirit By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Song Of The Spirit By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Song Of The Spirit 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, Is the song that my spirit is singing to me. In the midnight and tempest when forest trees shiver, In the roar of the surf, and the rush of the... »

In The Night By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In The Night By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In The Night In the silent midnight watches, When the earth was clothed in gloom, And the grim and awful darkness Crept unbidden to my room- On the solemn, deathly stillness Of the night, there broke a sound, Like ten million wailing voices Crying loudly from the ground. From ten million graves came... »

An Old Man To His Sleeping Young Bride By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

An Old Man To His Sleeping Young Bride By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

An Old Man To His Sleeping Young Bride As when the old moon lighted by the tender And radiant crescent of the new is seen, And for a moment’s space suggests the splendor Of what in its full prime it once has been, So on my waning years you cast the glory Of youth and pleasure, for a little hou... »

From The Grave By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

From The Grave By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

From The Grave When the first sere leaves of the year were falling, I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled, Out of the grave of a dead Past calling, A voice I fancied forever stilled. All through winter and spring and summer, Silence hung over that grave like a pall, But, borne on the bre... »

Sunset By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sunset By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sunset I saw the day lean o’er the world’s sharp edge And peer into night’s chasm, dark and damp; High in his hand he held a blazing lamp, Then dropped it and plunged headlong down the ledge. With lurid splendor that swift paled to gray, I saw the dim skies suddenly flush bright. &... »

Preaching Vs Practice By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Preaching Vs Practice By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Preaching Vs Practice It is easy to sit in the sunshine And talk to the man in the shade; It is easy to float in a well-trimmed boat, And point out the places to wade. But once we pass into the shadows, We murmur and fret and frown, And, our length from the bank, we shout for a plank, Or throw up ou... »

The Kingdom Of Love By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Kingdom Of Love By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Kingdom Of Love In the dawn of the day, when the sea and the earth Reflected the sunrise above, I set forth, with a heart full of courage and mirth, To seek for the Kingdom of Love. I asked of a Poet I met on the way, Which cross-road would lead me aright, And he said: “Follow me, and ere ... »

The Ah Goo Tongue By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Ah Goo Tongue By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Ah Goo Tongue The queerest languages known to man, Sanscrit, Hebrew, Hindoostan, Are all translated and made as free And comprehensive as A B C. Yet the oldest language talked or sung, The strange mysterious Ah Goo tongue, The royal language of Babyland No man living can understand. Every soul i... »

At Set Of Sun By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

At Set Of Sun By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

At Set Of Sun If we sit down at set of sun, And count the things that we have done, And counting, find One self-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him who heard, One glance, most kind, That fell like sunshine where it went– Then we may count that day well spent. Or, on the other han... »

The Trio By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Trio By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Trio 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 Is reached but once throughout the live-long day. We love but once. The waves, with ceaseless motion, Do day and night plash on the pebbled shore; But the stron... »

Rich And Poor By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Rich And Poor By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Rich And Poor By the castle-gate my lady stands, Viewing broad acres and spreading lands. Hill and valley and mead and plain Are all her own, with their wealth of grain. In the richest of rich robes she is dressed, A jewel blazes upon her breast; And her brow is decked with a diadem That glitters wi... »

I Am By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Am By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Am Am I know not whence I came, I know not whither I go; But the fact stands clear that I am here In this world of pleasure and woe. And out of the mist and the murk Another truth shines plain – It is my power each day and hour To add to its joy or its pain. I know that the earth exists, It is non... »

A Tumbler Of Claret By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Tumbler Of Claret By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Tumbler Of Claret I poured out a tumbler of Claret, Of course with intention to drink, And, holding it up in the sunlight, I paused for a moment to think. I really can’t tell you what made me; I never had done so before, Though for years, every day at my dinner, I had emptied one tumbler or ... »