Poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

I am tired tonight, and something,
The wind maybe, or the rain,
Or the cry of a bird in the...

We love but once. The great gold orb of light
From dawn to eventide doth cast his ray;
But the...

Time flies. The swift hours hurry by
And speed us on to untried ways;
New seasons ripen, peri...

In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunt...

Sometimes she seems so helpless and so mile,
So full of sweet unreason and so weak,
So prone ...

OFF LONG ISLAND SOUND. Between the shore and the distant sky-lands,
Where a ship's dim shape e...

There are two angels, messengers of light,
Both born of God, who yet are bitterest foes.
No ...

Back in the box by the curtains shaded,
She sits alone by the house unseen;
Her eye is dim, ...

TO KITTY. HER REVERIE. It is soiled and quite passé,
Broken too, and out of fashion,
...

All suddenly between me and the light,
That brightly shone, and warm,
Robed in the pall-like...

Let there be many windows to your soul,
That all the glory of the universe
May beautify it. No...

Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,
Old times, old loves, old friendship, and old w...

I into life so full of love was sent,
That all the shadows which fall on the way
Of every huma...

Necessity, whom I long deemed my foe,
Thou cold, unsmiling, and hard-visaged dame,
Now I n...