Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin)

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

1. Ph. Best & Co.'s Lager-Beer 4/2/2010
2. National Anniversay Ode 4/2/2010
3. One Woman's History 4/2/2010
4. One Woman's Memory 4/2/2010
5. Origin Of The Liquor Dealer 4/2/2010
6. Our Atlas 4/2/2010
7. Out Of The Depths: Written After The Reformation Of A Brilliant And Talented Man 4/2/2010
8. The Ah Goo Tongue 4/2/2010
9. The Barbarous Chief 4/2/2010
10. The Black Sheep 4/2/2010
11. The Coquette 4/2/2010
12. The Creed 4/2/2010
13. The Deadliest Sin 4/2/2010
14. The Discontented Manicure Scissors 4/2/2010
15. The Falling Of Thrones 4/2/2010
16. The Gossips 4/2/2010
17. The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front 4/2/2010
18. The Lady And The Dame 4/2/2010
19. The Little Lady Of The Bullock Cart 4/2/2010
20. The Lodge-Room 4/2/2010
21. The Princess's Finger-Nail: A Tale Of Nonsense Land 4/2/2010
22. The Same Old Strain 4/2/2010
23. The Song Of The Allies 4/2/2010
24. The Song Of The Sandwich 4/2/2010
25. The Spirit Of Great Joan 4/2/2010
26. The Summer Girl 4/2/2010
27. The Swan Of Dijon 4/2/2010
28. The Two Armies 4/2/2010
29. The Valley Of Fear 4/2/2010
30. Theory And Practice 4/2/2010
31. They Shall Not Win 4/2/2010
32. Three Souls 4/2/2010
33. Regret 6/22/2015
34. Twin-Born 8/10/2015
35. Dawn 12/7/2015
36. New Year: A Dialogue 12/10/2015
37. New Year 12/29/2015
38. New Year (II) 12/29/2015
39. War Mothers 1/7/2016
40. The Soul's Farewell to the Body 1/18/2016
Best Poem of Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink...

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Change

Changed? Yes, I will confess it – I have changed.
I do not love you in the old fond way.
I am your friend still – time has not estranged
One kindly feeling of that vanished day.

But the bright glamour which made life a dream,
The rapture of that time, its sweet content,
Like visions of a sleeper’s brain they seem –
And yet I cannot tell you how they went.

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