Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

401. Tired 5/31/2003
402. Reunited 5/31/2003
403. Idler's Song 5/19/2003
404. Transformation 6/3/2003
405. Conversion 5/18/2003
406. A Sculptor 4/2/2010
407. A Fable 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. Resolve 5/23/2003
415. Little Queen 5/31/2003
416. Introductory Verses 5/31/2003
417. Momus, God Of Laughter 5/26/2003
418. Song Of The Spirit 5/19/2003
419. Tis The Set Of The Sail -- Or -- One Ship Sails East 4/2/2010
420. Christ Crucified 5/31/2003
421. My Vision 1/3/2003
422. At The Window 5/18/2003
423. Wherefore 5/31/2003
424. True Charity 5/25/2003
425. Lost 5/18/2003
426. Bohemia 1/3/2003
427. Custer 6/4/2003
428. My Ships 1/3/2003
429. Desolation 5/31/2003
430. Daft 5/19/2003
431. Kingdom Of Love 1/3/2003
432. Contrasts 6/3/2003
433. Upon The Sand 1/3/2003
434. Lay It Away 5/19/2003
435. Platonic 5/26/2003
436. A Naughty Little Comet 4/2/2010
437. An Answer 5/31/2003
438. Two Sinners 5/25/2003
439. A World Worth Living In 4/2/2010
440. Answered 5/23/2003
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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Morning Prayer

Let me to-day do something that shall take
A little sadness from the world’s vast store,
And may I be so favoured as to make
Of joy’s too scanty sum a little more.
Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed
Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend;
Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need,
Or sin by silence when I should defend.
However meagre be my worldly wealth,

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