Poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I hold it true that thoughts are things
Endowed with bodies, breath, and wings,
And that we ...

Show me the way that leads to the true _life_.
I do not care what tempests may assail me,
I sh...

When sleep drops down beside my Love and me,
Although she wears the countenance of a friend,
...

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone,
For the sad old earth must ...

Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee,
That goes forth through the summer day and sings, ...

So we must part forever; and although
I long have beat my wings and cried to go,
Free from you...

A queen of indolence and idle grace,
Robed in the vestments of a costly gown,
She turns the l...

The solemn Sea of Silence lies between us;
I know thou livest, and thou lovest me;
And yet I...

I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge,
And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp.
H...

HIS. Dear, when you lift your gentle heart in prayer,
Ask God to send his angel Death to me
...

We sigh above historic pages,
Brave with the deeds of courtly men,
And wish those peers of mi...

He who possesses virtue at its best,
Or greatness in the true sense of the word,
Has one day ...

The woman he loved, while he dreamed of her,
Danced on till the stars grew dim,
But alone wi...

There comes a time to every mortal being,
Whate'er his station or his lot in life,
When his s...

There was a man, it was said one time,
Who went astray in his youthful prime.
Can the brain k...