Poems by Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Why The Spring Is Late
... The South-wind, Spring's hand-maiden, told me ...
The Cry Of The People
... That is taking the bread from our mouths, and the mouths of our helpless children ...
If I Should Die
... Would gild my grave with mocking light, I know, ...
The Creed
... We all may be The Saviours of the world if we believe ...
The Lodge-Room
... Bring your heart into the lodge-room, ...
You Never Can Tell
... * * * * * You never can tell what your thoughts will do, ...
About May
... And just as she caught her and grasped her hand, ...
A Naughty Little Comet
... And as she talked and tossed her head and switched her shining trail ...
The Two Glasses
... I have leaped through the valley, dashed down the mountain, ...
"Flowers Of France" Decoration Poem For Soldiers' Graves, Tours, France, May 30, 1918
... Sublime And awful are these moments charged with death ...
Then And Now
... But look ye, Brothers, what this war has done for daughters and for son, ...
The Watcher
... " She turned upon her couch and, seeming, slept, ...
Words From The Wind
... " And the wind of the wild Winter answered, ...
The Beautiful Blue Danube
... Through the cloud of her dusky tresses, ...
Dream Town
... But they've dolls without number in that land of slumber, ...
