Poems by Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Through The Valley
... Of Love's great eyes that now were full of hate ...
Old Rhythm And Rhyme
... And, doubt it who will, yet those two sounds were rhyming, ...
A Fisherman's Baby
... Rest whilst thou may, dear, and sleep whilst thou dare ...
The Pessimist.
... Though all the world is glad, still talks of grief ...
Gracia
... Not blood, but sunshine, through her blue veins ran ...
Petition
... Until throughout each clime and land, ...
The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front
... Who will bring the longed-for close to the bloody fray, for those ...
A Song Of Home
... And with laughter and weeping, you go back Home, Home, Home ...
"One Was Taken, And One Was Left"
... Slower, still slower, one youth goes round: ...
The Falling Of Thrones
... Where the highest and proudest born, if he be not true and loyal, ...
The River.
... Balm from the pines, and healing from the grass, ...
The Camp Fire
... Like some stern comrade's voice, there broke ...
Come Back Clean
... But the blood in my veins shall leave no stains ...
Five Little Toes At Night
... This toe big and tall is the mischief of all, ...
Worthy The Name of Sir Knight
... And let each word and act tell to men the proud fact, ...
