Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

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

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


In the midnight of darkness and terror,
When I would grope nearer to God,
With my back to a record of error
And the highway of sin I have trod,
There comes to me shapes I would banish –
The shapes of the deeds I have done;
And I pray and I plead till they vanish –
All vanish and leave me, save one.

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