Poems by Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Life Is A Privilege
... How beautiful, how beautiful is youth! Life is a privilege ...
Inspiration
... And if, like some winged bird she cleaves the air, ...
If
... As soon as love's young honeymoon grows old:Since fashion rules and nature yields to art, ...
Our Blessings
... And the fault is our own - not the Giver's - ...
Communism
... O Love! They would clasp you, and crush you and kill you, ...
I Am
... To help his fellows along! Cease wondering why you came ...
My Home
... This little brown house like a ground-bird's nest ...
Settle The Question Right
... If he be in the wrong, though his ranks are strong, ...
An Answer
... We two could stray together!If all the nights were moonlit nights, ...
By-And-Bye
... By-and-bye, the mother cried by-and-bye, ...
Christmas Fancies
... When Christmas bells are pelting the air with silver chimes, ...
In Faith
... I shall sit in the porch where the moon looks through, ...
Only Dreams
... There was the music, sweet as the silvery notes ...
Artist's Life
... Give me his "Artist's Life!"It stirs my blood to my finger ends, ...
At Bay
... Husband I was a thirsty field, long parched with drouth ...
