Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems on Light (102 Poems)

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 →

Song Of America (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet Centennial lays, My muse goes wandering backward, To the groundwork of all these, To the time when our Pilgrim Fathers … Continue reading →

Greeting Poem (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

There was a sound in the wind to-day,Like a joyous cymbal ringing!And the leaves of the trees talked with the breeze,And they altogether were singing,For they knew that an army, both bold and strong,A brave, brave army, was coming,Not with … 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 →

Grandpa’s Christmas (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays of the red anthracite,Are folded before him, all listless;His dim eyes are fixed on the blaze,While over him sweeps the … Continue reading →

The Two Armies (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

Once over the ocean in distant lands,In an age long past, were two hostile bands—Two armies of men, both brave, both strong,And their hearts beat high as they marched alongTo fight the battle of right and wrong. Never, I think, … Continue reading →

Coronation Poem And Prayer (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

The world has crowned a thousand kings:But destiny has keptHer weightiest hour of kingly powerTo offer England’s son.The rising bell of Progress rings;And Truths which long have slept,Like prophets strange, predicting change,Before Time’s chariot run. The greatest Empire of the … Continue reading →

The Meeting Of The Centuries (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurledIn the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,Two Centuries meet, and sit down vis-a-vis,Across the great round table of the world.One with suggested sorrows in his mienAnd on his brow the furrowed … Continue reading →