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 ...
Sitting alone by the window,Watching the moonlit street,Bending my head to listenTo the well-known sound of your feet,I have been ...
In the silent midnight watches,When the earth was clothed in gloom,And the grim and awful darknessCrept unbidden to my room—On ...
A rose in my garden, the sweetest and fairest,Was hanging her head through the long golden hours;And early one morning ...
A mother kneels by the cradle,Where her little infant lies,And she sees the ghastly shadowsCreeping around his eyes.And she clasps ...
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,It flushes and glows on moor and lea;The birds are singing in careless ...
IThere is no picturesqueness and no glory,No halo of romance, in war to-day.It is a hideous thing; Time would turn ...
We two were lovers, the Sea and I; We plighted our troth 'neath a summer sky.And all through the riotous, ...
In a mansion grand, just over the way,Lives bonny, beautiful Dell;You may have heard of this lady gay,For she is ...
Over my desk in a dark office bending.Dim seems the sunlight and dull seems the day;But when the afternoon draws ...
Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.He hastes to his dear ...
To Miss Eva Russell.The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak ...
Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him—Soft as a pillow are somebody's arms.Down he goes slowly, ever so ...
I saw a maid with her chivalrous lover:He was both tender and true;He kissed her lips, vowing over and over,"Darling, ...
We two were lovers, the Sea and I; We plighted our troth 'neath a summer sky. And all through the ...
Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended--- The ball I wrote was to be; And oh! it was perfectly splendid--- If ...
Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve, That you were married, or soon to be. I have not thought of ...
Let us begin, dear love, where we left off; Tie up the broken threads of that old dream; And go ...
Every morning, as I walk down From my dreary lodgings, toward the town, I see at a window, near the ...
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