Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems on Sadness (130 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 →

It Might Have Been (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

We will be what we could be. Do not say,‘It might have been, had not this, or that, or this.’No fate can keep us from the chosen way;He only might who is. We will do what we could do. Do … 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 →

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 →