East And West By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

East And West The Day has never understood the Gloaming or the Night; Though sired by one Creative Power, and nursed at Nature’s breast; The…

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The Way To Wonderland By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Way To Wonderland Who knows the way to wonderland? Oh, I know, Oh, I know! Trotty-te-trot on mama’s knee, Then over the billows of…

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Smoke By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Smoke Last summer, lazing by the sea, I met a most entrancing creature, Her black eyes quite bewildered me— She had a Spanish cast of…

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In France I Saw A Hill By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In France I Saw A Hill In France I saw a hill-a gentle slope Rising above old tombs to greet the gleam From soft spring…

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Ambition’s Trail By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ambition’s Trail If all the end of this continuous striving Were simply to attain, How poor would seem the planning and contriving The endless urging…

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The Saddest Hour By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Saddest Hour The saddest hour of anguish and of loss Is not that season of supreme despair When we can find no least light…

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Penalty By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Penalty Because of the fullness of what I had, All that I have seems poor and vain. If I had not been happy, I were…

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What Is Flirtation By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Is Flirtation What is flirtation? Really, How can I tell you that? But when she smiles I see its wiles, And when he lifts…

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Are You Loving Enough By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Are You Loving Enough Are you loving enough? There is some one dear, Some one you hold as the dearest of all In the holiest…

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A Glass Of Wine By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Glass Of Wine ‘What’s in a glass of wine?’ There, set the glass where I can look within. Now listen to me, friend, while…

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Custer; Book Second By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Custer; Book Second I Oh, for the power to call to aid, of mine Own humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine. Then might she…

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At An Old Drawer By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

At An Old Drawer Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded From smiling eyes to view. The…

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Recompense By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Recompense Straight through my heart this fact to-day, By Truth’s own hand is driven: God never takes one thing away, But something else is given….

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Here And Now By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Here And Now HERE AND NOW. Here, in the heart of the world, Here, in the noise and the din, Here, where our spirits were…

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A Picture By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Picture I strolled last eve across the lonely down; One solitary picture struck my eye: A distant ploughboy stood against the sky— How far…

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The Messenger By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Messenger She rose up in the early dawn, And white and silently she moved About the house. Four men had gone To battle for…

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Only A Sad Mistake By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Only A Sad Mistake Only a blunder-a sad mistake; All my own fault and mine alone. The saddest error a heart can make; I was…

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Blind Sorrow By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Blind Sorrow One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold,…

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The Wheel Of The Breast By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Wheel Of The Breast Through rivers of veins on the nameless quest The tide of my life goes hurriedly sweeping, Till it reaches that…

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So Long In Coming By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

So Long In Coming When shall I hear the thrushes sing, And see their graceful, round throats swelling? When shall I watch the bluebirds bring…

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In Grandmamma’s Kitchen By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In Grandmamma’s Kitchen In grandmamma’s kitchen, things got in a riot- The cream in a pot on the shelf, Where everything always seemed peaceful and…

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American Boys, Hello! By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

American Boys, Hello! Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French As along through France we go. But the moments to us…

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The Same Old Strain By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Same Old Strain Each day that I live I am persuaded anew, A maxim I long have believed in, is true. Each day I…

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Perfectness By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Perfectness All perfect things are saddening in effect. The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes, The matchless tinting on the royal rose Whose velvet…

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The Hour By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Hour This is the world’s stupendous hour- The supreme moment for the race To see the emptiness of power, The worthlessness of wealth and…

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The Story By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Story They met each other in the glade – She lifted up her eyes; Alack the day! Alack the maid! She blushed in swift…

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When I Am Dead By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When I Am Dead When I am dead, if some chastened one Seeing the ‘item, ‘ or hearing it said That my play is over…

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To An Astrologer By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

To An Astrologer Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore, Nor question that the tenor of my life, Past, present and the future,…

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The Tendril’s Faith By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Tendril’s Faith Under the snow in the dark and the cold, A pale little sprout was humming; Sweetly it sang, ‘neath the frozen mold,…

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Refuted By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Refuted ‘Anticipation is sweeter than realisation.’ It may be, yet I have not found it so. In those first golden dreams of future fame I…

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How Is It By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How Is It You who are loudly crying out for peace, You who are wanting love to vanquish hate. How is it in the four…

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A Pin By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Pin Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good, Yet she fills me with more terror than a raging lion…

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The Musicians By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Musicians The strings of my heart were strung by Pleasure, And I laughed when the music fell on my ear, For he and Mirth…

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One Woman’s Memory By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

One Woman’s Memory Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair, And here are the letters he wrote to me. And the ring of…

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Bohemia By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Bohemia Bohemia, o’er thy unatlassed borders How many cross, with half-reluctant feet, And unformed fears of dangers and disorders, To find delights, more wholesome and…

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The Wild Blue-Bells By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Wild Blue-Bells Came a bouquet from the city, Fragrant, rich and debonair – Sweet carnation and geraniium, Heliotrope and roses rare. Down beside the…

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Solitude By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Solitude Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble…

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In The Cup By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In The Cup There is grief in the cup! I saw a proud mother set wine on the board; The eyes of her son sparkled…

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An Answer By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

An Answer If all the year was summer-time, And all the aim of life Was just to lilt on like a rhyme – Then I…

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The Signboard By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Signboard I will paint you a sign, rumseller, And hang it above your door; A truer and better signboard Than ever you had before….

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Friendship By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Friendship Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving Thy strong regard for me, Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving; Let…

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Summer Song By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Summer Song The meadow lark’s trill and the brown thrush’s whistle From morning to evening fill all the sweet air, And my heart is as…

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Prayer By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Prayer Lord, let us pray. Give us the open mind, O God, The mind that dares believe In paths of thought as yet untrod; The…

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The King Of Candyland By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The King Of Candyland Have you heard of the king of Candy land? Well, listen while I sing, He has pages on every hand, For…

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The Barbarous Chief By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Barbarous Chief There was a kingdom known as the Mind, A kingdom vast as fair, And the brave king, Brain, had the right to…

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The Tiger By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Tiger In the still jungle of the senses lay A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day A bold young hunter chanced to come that…

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Regret By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Regret There is a haunting phantom called Regret, A shadowy creature robed somewhat like woe, But fairer in the face, whom all men know By…

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High Noon By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

High Noon Time’s finger on the dial of my life Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day Leaves less than half remaining, for…

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A Servian Legend By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Servian Legend Long, long ago, ere yet our race began, When earth was empty, waiting still for man, Before the breath of life to…

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The Mother’s Prayer By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Mother’s Prayer A mother kneels by the cradle, Where her little infant lies, And she sees the ghastly shadows Creeping around his eyes. And…

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Only A Simple Rhyme By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Only A Simple Rhyme Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow, Where ‘blisses’ rhymed with ‘kisses,’ ‘heart,’ with ‘dart:’ Yet, reading it, new strength…

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Breakers By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Breakers When you launch your bark for sailing On the sea of life, O youth! Clothe your heart and soul and spirit In the blessèd…

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The Winds Of Fate By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Winds Of Fate One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And…

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Song Of America By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Song Of America And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet Centennial lays,…

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In Memoriam By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In Memoriam Looking some papers over, Dusty and dim and old, I found some words that thrilled me With their ring of genuine gold- Words…

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An Empty Crib By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

An Empty Crib Beside a crib that holds a baby’s stocking, A tattered picture book, a broken toy, A sleeping mother dreams that she is…

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The Song Of The Allies By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Song Of The Allies We are the Allies of God to-day, And the width of the earth is our right of way. Let no…

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A Burial By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Burial Today I had a burial of my dead. There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall, No prayers were uttered and no…

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