Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

521. Answered Prayers 5/25/2003
522. Friendship After Love 5/31/2003
523. Joy 5/19/2003
524. You Never Can Tell 6/3/2003
525. Change 5/23/2003
526. A Girl's Autumn Reverie 4/2/2010
527. A Pin 5/26/2003
528. Angel Or Demon 5/25/2003
529. A Marine Etching 6/3/2003
530. All That Love Asks 6/4/2003
531. The Year 1/3/2003
532. Which Are You? 1/3/2003
533. A Woman's Love 1/3/2003
534. You Will Forget Me 1/3/2003
535. I Am 5/26/2003
536. Whatever Is - Is Best 5/26/2003
537. I Love You 1/3/2003
538. My Home 1/3/2003
539. Love's Language 5/31/2003
540. Christmas Fancies 6/3/2003
541. Mother's Loss 5/19/2003
542. A Leaf 5/26/2003
543. A Fatal Impress 5/18/2003
544. A Maiden's Secret 1/3/2003
545. The Winds Of Fate 1/3/2003
546. Ad Finum 1/3/2003
547. Voice Of The Voiceless 1/3/2003
548. Life's Scars 1/3/2003
549. A Holiday 5/26/2003
550. Bird Of Hope 5/19/2003
551. Worth While 1/3/2003
552. A Song Of Life 5/26/2003
553. A Grey Mood 5/26/2003
554. A Suggestion 5/31/2003
555. A Naughty Little Comet 4/2/2010
556. A Baby In The House 5/18/2003
557. As You Go Through Life 5/26/2003
558. A Maiden To Her Mirror 6/3/2003
559. A March Snow 1/3/2003
560. A Lovers' Quarrel 5/20/2003

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


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


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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