Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

81. The Land Of The Gone-Away Souls 4/2/2010
82. Then And Now 4/2/2010
83. The Watcher 4/2/2010
84. The Phantom Ball 4/2/2010
85. The Poor Little Toe 4/2/2010
86. Sunset 4/2/2010
87. Passing The Buck 4/2/2010
88. One By One 4/2/2010
89. Older Than You 4/2/2010
90. Songs Of A Country Home 4/2/2010
91. Sonnet 4/2/2010
92. There's Work To Be Done 4/2/2010
93. The Hour 4/2/2010
94. The Two Ships 4/2/2010
95. That's The Way 4/2/2010
96. Prayer 4/2/2010
97. The Suicide 4/2/2010
98. The Summer Girl 4/2/2010
99. The Song Of The Sandwich 4/2/2010
100. The Land Of Nowhere 4/2/2010
101. The Flowers Have Tender Little Souls 4/2/2010
102. The Black Charger 4/2/2010
103. The Creed 4/2/2010
104. The City 5/25/2015
105. The Needle And Thread 4/2/2010
106. The Rainbow Of Promise 4/2/2010
107. The Muse And The Poet 4/2/2010
108. The Truth Teller 4/2/2010
109. Only A Sad Mistake 4/2/2010
110. Fishing 3/4/2015
111. Sounds From The Baseball Field 4/2/2010
112. Dawn 12/7/2015
113. The Meeting Of The Centuries 4/2/2010
114. The King Of Candyland 4/2/2010
115. Spectres 4/2/2010
116. The Message 4/2/2010
117. The River Of Sleep 4/2/2010
118. The Ogre Slam-The-Door 4/2/2010
119. The Lost Garden 4/2/2010
120. The Maniac 4/2/2010

Comments about Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • 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

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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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