Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems
|362.||A Mother's Wail||4/2/2010|
|364.||Music In The Flat||6/3/2003|
|369.||Sing To Me||5/19/2003|
|375.||Not Quite The Same||5/31/2003|
|377.||The Little White Hearse||5/31/2003|
|381.||What We Want||1/3/2003|
|384.||River And Sea||5/18/2003|
|385.||To An Astrologer||6/3/2003|
|387.||At The Hop||5/31/2003|
|394.||Through The Valley||5/31/2003|
|395.||What Shall We Do?||5/31/2003|
|398.||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...
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.
She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.