Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems on Sadness (130 Poems)

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 →

In The Night (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

In the silent midnight watches,When the earth was clothed in gloom,And the grim and awful darknessCrept unbidden to my room—On the solemn, deathly stillnessOf the night, there broke a sound,Like ten million wailing voicesCrying loudly from the ground. From ten … 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 →

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 →

The Suicide (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

Last was the wealth I carried in life’s pack—Youth, health, ambition, hope and trust but TimeAnd Fate, those robbers fit for any crimeStole all, and left me but the empty sack.Before me lay a long and lonely trackOf darkling hills … Continue reading →

The Gossips (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

A rose in my garden, the sweetest and fairest,Was hanging her head through the long golden hours;And early one morning I saw her tears falling,And heard a low gossiping talk in the bowers.The yellow Nasturtium, a spinster all faded,Was telling … Continue reading →

The Mother’s Prayer (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

A mother kneels by the cradle,Where her little infant lies,And she sees the ghastly shadowsCreeping around his eyes.And she clasps her hands together,And her heart beats loud and wild,And she cries in a gush of anguish,“O Father! save my child. … Continue reading →

The Song Of The Sandwich (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

We met at night in the season’s hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, mute cry,As you elbowed your way through the throng. Alone in that crowd of men who bowed,And flattered, and flirted … Continue reading →

The Maniac (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

I saw them sitting in the shade;The long green vines hung over,But could not hide the gold-haired maidAnd Earl, my dark-eyed lover.His arm was clasped so close, so close,Her eyes were softly lifted,While his eyes drank the cheek of roseAnd … Continue reading →

The Black Charger (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

There’s a terrible steed that rests not night nor day,But onward and onward, for ever away,Through hamlet, through village, through country, through town,Is heard the dread thud of his hoofs beating down;Is seen the fierce eye, is felt the hot … Continue reading →