Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

401. Reunited 5/31/2003
402. Two Nights 6/4/2003
403. Idler's Song 5/19/2003
404. To An Astrologer 6/3/2003
405. Transformation 6/3/2003
406. Conversion 5/18/2003
407. A Sculptor 4/2/2010
408. Foes 1/3/2003
409. Fame 1/3/2003
410. Until The Night 5/20/2003
411. In The Long Run 1/3/2003
412. Fading* 5/19/2003
413. Unconquered 6/4/2003
414. Little Queen 5/31/2003
415. Introductory Verses 5/31/2003
416. Momus, God Of Laughter 5/26/2003
417. Christ Crucified 5/31/2003
418. My Vision 1/3/2003
419. At The Window 5/18/2003
420. Wherefore 5/31/2003
421. True Charity 5/25/2003
422. Lost 5/18/2003
423. Bohemia 1/3/2003
424. Custer 6/4/2003
425. My Ships 1/3/2003
426. Desolation 5/31/2003
427. Daft 5/19/2003
428. Kingdom Of Love 1/3/2003
429. Contrasts 6/3/2003
430. Upon The Sand 1/3/2003
431. A Fable 4/2/2010
432. Lay It Away 5/19/2003
433. Platonic 5/26/2003
434. An Answer 5/31/2003
435. A World Worth Living In 4/2/2010
436. Song Of The Spirit 5/19/2003
437. Answered 5/23/2003
438. Time And Love 5/31/2003
439. Love's Supremacy 1/3/2003
440. When I Am Dead 5/19/2003

Comments about Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • Esther Von Reiche (1/22/2010 3:39:00 AM)

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox - I don't tire of reading her poetry. Somehow it reaches a part of my soul where nothing else has access.

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  • Anong All (5/28/2004 2:29:00 AM)

    Hi.., I read your po'em; 'Which are You? '....And I wanted to share with you, that I do not believe I am either..., type of person you, maybe describing within your po'em.
    Is the glass half-full.., or half-empty..., My opinion..., maybe it is balanced.
    I enjoyed the reading of your po'em. I found it very much to my liking. Good day

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...

Read the full of Solitude

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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