Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

121. The Saddest Hour 4/2/2010
122. The Tryst 6/3/2003
123. The Duel 6/3/2003
124. Summer Song 5/19/2003
125. The Signboard 5/26/2003
126. The Hammock's Complaint 6/4/2003
127. The Christian’s New Year Prayer 5/31/2003
128. The Belle's Soliloquy 5/19/2003
129. The Times 6/3/2003
130. The Tulip Bed At Greeley Square 6/3/2003
131. The Tavern Of Last Times 1/3/2003
132. Refuted 5/26/2003
133. The Tendril’s Faith 6/3/2003
134. New And Old 5/31/2003
135. The Little Bird 5/19/2003
136. The Universal Route 6/3/2003
137. Thanksgiving 1/3/2003
138. The Change 5/19/2003
139. The Pessimist 6/4/2003
140. Speech 5/25/2003
141. Optimism 4/2/2010
142. The Traveled Man 1/3/2003
143. The London 'Bobby' 5/31/2003
144. The Trio 5/31/2003
145. The King And The Siren 1/3/2003
146. Three Friends 6/3/2003
147. The Duet 5/23/2003
148. The Summons 5/18/2003
149. Rich And Poor 4/2/2010
150. Robin's Mistake 4/2/2010
151. Shovel And Tongs 4/2/2010
152. Sign-Board 4/2/2010
153. Thought-Magnets 6/3/2003
154. The Unattained 1/3/2003
155. The Story 5/31/2003
156. Veils 4/2/2010
157. The Birth Of The Opal 5/25/2003
158. The Voice 5/26/2003
159. The Common Lot 5/20/2003
160. The River 5/26/2003
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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Love's Coming

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.

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