Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

201. Midsummer 4/2/2010
202. Little Kids 4/2/2010
203. The Room Beneath The Rafters 1/3/2003
204. Brotherhood 4/2/2010
205. Camp Followers 4/2/2010
206. Song Of The Wheelman 4/2/2010
207. But One 4/2/2010
208. Grandpa's Christmas 4/2/2010
209. The Way Of It 5/25/2003
210. The Beautiful Blue Danube 5/23/2003
211. Mother's Kisses 4/2/2010
212. How Salvator Won 4/2/2010
213. Canada 4/2/2010
214. Dream Town 4/2/2010
215. Sorrow's Uses 6/3/2003
216. Clara Morris (Written For A Benefit Given Mrs. Morris) 4/2/2010
217. Breaking The Day In Two 4/2/2010
218. Guilo 4/2/2010
219. He That Hath Ears 4/2/2010
220. God Rules Alway 4/2/2010
221. Song Of The Rail 4/2/2010
222. In Grandmamma's Kitchen 4/2/2010
223. Certitude 4/2/2010
224. Dorothy D. 4/2/2010
225. Haunted 4/2/2010
226. God's Work 4/2/2010
227. In France I Saw A Hill 4/2/2010
228. In Memoriam 4/2/2010
229. Song Of America 4/2/2010
230. Memory's Mansion 4/2/2010
231. Gracia 4/2/2010
232. In England 4/2/2010
233. Warned 4/2/2010
234. Work For Woman 4/2/2010
235. Ernestness 4/2/2010
236. Come Back Clean 4/2/2010
237. Karma 4/2/2010
238. Let Them Go 4/2/2010
239. Custer: Book Third 4/2/2010
240. In India's Dreamy Land 4/2/2010
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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Delilah

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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