Poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,
When early morning's banners were unfurled.
From high O...

The meadow and the mountain with desire
Gazed on each other, till a fierce unrest
Surged 'neat...

They drift down the hall together;
He smiles in her lifted eyes.
Like waves of that mighty riv...

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
Your head like the golden-rod,
And we will go ...

The pain we have to suffer seems so broad,
Set side-by-side with this life's narrow span,
We ...

It seemeth such a little way to me
Across to that strange country -- the Beyond;
And yet, not...

The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam,
And followed her low and high,
But the Moonbeam fled and hid ...

The world has outlived all its passion,
Its men are inane and blasé,
Its women mere pup...

Dear Love, where the red lilies blossomed and grew
The white snows are falling;
And all throu...

The year has but one June, dear friend,
The year has but one June;
And when that perfect mon...

Changed? Yes, I will confess it -- I have changed.
I do not love you in the old fond way.
I am...