Poems by Wilcox Ella Wheeler
No Classes!
... Of vaunting our weak selves, our pride, our worth! ...
The Valley Of Fear
... When close to that Valley your footsteps shall fare, ...
The Suicide
... With tears that rained from earth's adjacent sphere, ...
My Grave
... er my head. Even in my grave I shall be one who feels ...
Vanity Fair
... Our colors look bright and our swords are gleaming ...
What I Have Seen #3
... Worked at whatever came, turned from sin and from shame, ...
Three Women
... A thirst For strong drink and chance games, those twin comrades accursed, ...
Bleak Weather
... you remember, Over tree-top and mountain has followed the June, ...
The Universal Route.
... And with hearts that arc numb with life's sorrows we come ...
The Beautiful Land of Nod
... Then, ho! for that fair land, we're off for that rare land, ...
The Sonnet
... Yet which the unseeing careless crowd goes by, ...
Out Of The Depths: Written After The Reformation Of A Brilliant And Talented Man
... "It bites like a serpent, and stings like an adder," ...
The Muse And The Poet
... With songs that are but words, sweet sounding words, ...
If Christ Came Questioning
... And say, 'I helped build up this house of Thine ...
Midsummer
... For the Autumn must come with its mournful story ...
