Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems on Faces (97 Poems)

A Fatal Impress (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

A little leaf just in the forest’s edge,All summer long, had listened to the wooingOf amorous brids that flew across the hedge,Singing their blithe sweet songs for her undoing.So many were the flattering things they told her,The parent tree seemed … Continue reading →

A Baby In The House (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

I knew that a baby was hid in that house,Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;But the husband was tip-toeing ’round like a mouse,And the good wife was humming a soft lullaby;And there was a look on the … Continue reading →

Custer: Book Second (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

I Oh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly sing, and only then,Of those intrepid and unflinching menWho knew no homes save ever moving tents,And who ‘twixt fierce … Continue reading →

Custer: Book Third (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

I As in the long dead days marauding hostsOf 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 … Continue reading →

A Married Coquette (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

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,Nor toys to be used as your mood may be.I will not let go … Continue reading →

Meg’s Curse (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered why she was born.On the topmost branch of a maple-treeThat close by the window grew,A robin called to his mate … Continue reading →

Her Last Letter (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

Sitting alone by the window,Watching the moonlit street,Bending my head to listenTo the well-known sound of your feet,I have been wondering, darling,How I can bear the pain,When I watch, with sighs and tear-wet eyes;And wait for your coming in vain. … Continue reading →

The Dirge Of The Winds (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

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,And heard them go by with a terrible moan.“What is it, O … Continue reading →

The Two Ships (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

On the sea of life they floated,Brothers twain in manhood’s pride,And the good ship “Temperance” bore them,Safely o’er the stormy tide.Not a thought of rock or breaker,Not a fear of wreck had they,For their ship was strong and steady—Faithful, trusty, … Continue reading →

Widows (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

The world was widowed by the death of Christ:Vainly its suffering soul for peace has soughtAnd found it not.For nothing, nothing, nothing has sufficedTo bring back comfort to the stricken houseFrom whence has gone the Master and the Spouse. In … Continue reading →