Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin)

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

1. Solitude 1/3/2003
2. "It Might Have Been" 1/3/2003
3. A Fallen Leaf 5/20/2003
4. A Golden Day 1/3/2003
5. A Lovers' Quarrel 5/20/2003
6. As You Go Through Life 5/26/2003
7. A March Snow 1/3/2003
8. A Holiday 5/26/2003
9. A Maiden To Her Mirror 6/3/2003
10. A Song Of Life 5/26/2003
11. A Grey Mood 5/26/2003
12. Life's Scars 1/3/2003
13. Ad Finum 1/3/2003
14. A Woman's Love 1/3/2003
15. The Winds Of Fate 1/3/2003
16. A Maiden's Secret 1/3/2003
17. A Baby In The House 5/18/2003
18. Worth While 1/3/2003
19. Joy 5/19/2003
20. A Leaf 5/26/2003
21. A Fatal Impress 5/18/2003
22. Love's Language 5/31/2003
23. Life's Harmonies 1/3/2003
24. Angel Or Demon 5/25/2003
25. A Marine Etching 6/3/2003
26. You Will Forget Me 1/3/2003
27. All That Love Asks 6/4/2003
28. Bird Of Hope 5/19/2003
29. A Pin 5/26/2003
30. Whatever Is - Is Best 5/26/2003
31. My Home 1/3/2003
32. I Am 5/26/2003
33. You Never Can Tell 6/3/2003
34. Advice 1/3/2003
35. Poverty And Wealth 5/25/2003
36. Which Are You? 1/3/2003
37. A Girl's Autumn Reverie 4/2/2010
38. I Love You 1/3/2003
39. Friendship After Love 5/31/2003
40. Individuality 5/23/2003
Best Poem of 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 enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink...

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Love's Coming

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.

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