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Perished

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I called to the summer sun,
Come over the hills to-day!
Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run,
And kiss the snow-drifts and melt them away.

Over the Banisters

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Over the banisters bends a face,
Daringly sweet and beguiling.
Somebody stands in careless grace,
And watches the picture, smiling.

Upon its shroud there hung the graves green mould,
About it hung the odour of the dead;
Yet from its cavernous eyes such light was shed
That all my life seemed gilded, as with gold;
Unto the trembling new love Go, I said,
I do not need thee, for I have the old.

Introductory Verses

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Oh, you who read some song that I have sung
What know you of the soul from whence it sprung? Dost dream the poet ever speaks aloud
His secret thought unto the listening crowd? Go take the murmuring sea-shell from the shore-
You have its shape, its colour and no more.It tells not one of those vast mysteries

At The Hop

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Tis time to dress. Dost hear the music surging
Like sobbing waves that roll up from the sea?
Yes, yes, I hear I yield no need of urging;
I know your wishes, - send Lisette to me.

Music In The Flat

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

The second morning I had been for half and hour or more
At work on Haydns masses, when a tap came at my door.
A nurse, who wore a dainty cap and apron, and a smile,
Ran down to ask if I would cease my music for awhile.
The lady in the flat above was very ill, she said,
And the sound of my piano was distracting to her head.

Beppo

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Why are thou sad, my Beppo? But last eve,
Here at my feet, thy dear head on my breast,
I heard thee say thy heart would no more grieve
Or feel the olden ennui and unrest.

Love's Supremacy

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

As yon great Sun in his supreme condition
Absorbs small worlds and makes them all his own,
So does my love absorb each vain ambition
Each outside purpose which my life has known.

Recompense

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Straight through my heart this fact to-day,
By Truths own hand is driven:
God never takes one thing away,
But something else is given.

Conversion

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

When this world's pleasures for my soul sufficed,
Ere my heart's plummet sounded depths of pain,
I call on Reason to control my brain,
And scoffed at that old story of Christ.

Bohemia

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Bohemia, o'er thy unatlassed borders
How many cross, with half-reluctant feet,
And unformed fears of dangers and disorders,
To find delights, more wholesome and more sweet
Than ever yet were known to the "elite."

Realisation

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot;
Or so the unperceiving thought,
Who looked no deeper than her face,
Devoid of chiselled lines of grace
No farther than her humble grate,
And wondered how she bore her fate.

Life's Harmonies

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Let no man pray that he know not sorrow,
Let no soul ask to be free from pain,
For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow,
And the moment's loss is the lifetime's gain.

Noblesse Oblige

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I hold it the duty of one who is gifted
And specially dowered I all mens sight,
To know no rest till his life is lifted
Fully up to his great gifts height.

Only A Slight Flirtation

Twas just a slight flirtation,
And wheres the harm, I pray,
In that amusing pastime
So much in vogue to-day?

Fleeing Away

My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar,
Higher and higher on soul-lent wings;
But ever and often and more and more
They are dragged down earthward by little things,
By little troubles and little needs,
As a lark might be tangled among the weeds.

Preparation

We must not force events, but rather make
The heart soil ready for their coming, as
The earth spreads carpets for the feet of Spring,
Or, with the strengthening tonic of the frost,

Old And New

Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,
Old times, old loves, old friendships, and old wine
Why should the old monopolise all praise?
Then let the new claim mine.

Resolve

Build on resolve, and not upon regret,
The structure of thy future. Do not grope
Among the shadows of old sins, but let
Thine own souls light shine on the path of hope

Denied

The winds came out of the west one day,
And hurried the clouds before them;
And drove the shadows and mists away,
And over the mountains bore them.