Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems
|361.||A Mother's Wail||4/2/2010|
|363.||Music In The Flat||6/3/2003|
|373.||One Of Us Two||5/25/2003|
|374.||Not Quite The Same||5/31/2003|
|376.||The Little White Hearse||5/31/2003|
|380.||What We Want||1/3/2003|
|383.||River And Sea||5/18/2003|
|384.||Sing To Me||5/19/2003|
|386.||At The Hop||5/31/2003|
|393.||Through The Valley||5/31/2003|
|394.||What Shall We Do?||5/31/2003|
|397.||Does It Pay?||5/26/2003|
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...
The band was playing a waltz-quadrille,
I felt as light as a wind-blown feather,
As we floated away, at the caller’s will,
Through the intricate, mazy dance together.
Like mimic armies our lines were meeting,
Slowly advancing, and then retreating,
All decked in their bright array;
And back and forth to the music’s rhyme
We moved together, and all the time