Poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Build on resolve, and not upon regret,
The structure of thy future. Do not grope
Among the sh...

I said this morning, as I leaned and threw
My shutters open to the Spring's surprise,
"Tell m...

I will not doubt, though allo my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;
...

The fault of the age is a mad endeavor
To leap to heights that were made to climb:
By a burst ...

Maybe this is fun, sitting in the sun,
With a book and parasol, as my Angler wishes,
While ...

In the dark night, from sweet refreshing sleep
I wake to hear outside my window-pane
The uncur...

When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,
I heard, with a heart that was strangely ...

As we hurry away to the end, my friend,
Of this sad little farce called existence,
We are su...

We were both of us--aye, we were both of us there,
In the self-same house at the play together...

If I should die, how kind you all would grow,
In that strange hour I would not have one foe.
...

Immortal life is something to be earned,
By slow self-conquest, comradeship with Pain,
And p...

How can I wait until you come to me?
The once fleet mornings linger by the way;
Their sunny sm...

As long as men have eyes wherewith to gaze,
As long as men have eyes,
The sight of beauty to ...

O yes, I love you, and with all my heart;
Just as a weaker woman loves her own,
Better than...

Not till we meet with Love in all his beauty,
In all his solemn majesty and worth,
Can we tra...