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My Comrade

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

But I laughed up in their faces,
As I rode slowly back,
While the Wind went faster and faster,
Like a race-horse on the track.

In the Long Run

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

In the long run fame finds the deserving man.
The lucky wight may prosper for a day,
But in good time true merit leads the van,
And vain pretense, unnoticed, goes its way.

Love Will Wane

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

When your love begins to wane,
Spare me from the cruel pain
Of all speech that tells me so -
Spare me words, for I shall know,

A Waltz-Quadrille

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

The band was playing a waltz-quadrille,
I felt as light as a wind-blown feather,
As we floated away, at the callers will,
Through the intricate, mazy dance together.

A Waif

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

My soul is like a poor caged bird to-night,
Beating its wings against the prison bars,
Longing to reach the outer world of light,
And, all untrammelled, soar among the stars.

Coleur de Rose

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I want more lives in which to love
This world so full of beauty,
I want more days to use the ways
I know of doing duty;

At The Window

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

At night, when I come from my office down town,
There stands a woman with eyes of brown,
Smiling out through the window blind
At the man who is walking just behind.

Philosophy

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

At morn the wise man walked abroad,
Proud with the learning of great fools.
He laughed and said, There is no God
Tis force creates, tis reason rules.

I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth,
And searched for Pleasure. On a distant height
Fame's silhouette stood sharp against the skies.
Beyond vast crowds that thronged a broad highway
I caught the glimmer of a golden goal,
While from a blooming bower smiled siren Love.

Smoke

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Last summer, lazing by the sea,
I met a most entrancing creature,
Her black eyes quite bewildered me---
She had a Spanish cast of feature.

Carlos

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Last night I knelt low at my ladys feet.
One soft, caressing hand played with my hair,
And one I kissed and fondled. Kneeling there,
I deemed my meed of happiness complete.

Completion

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

When I shall meet Gods generous dispensers
Of all the riches in the heavenly store,
Those lesser gods, who act as Recompensers
For loneliness and loss upon this shore,

Possession

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

That which we had we still possess,
Though leaves may drop and stars may fall;
No circumstance can make it less
Or take it from us, all in all.

Progress

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Let there be many windows to your soul,
That all the glory of the universe
May beautify it. Not the narrow pane
Of one poor creed can catch the radiant rays

Contrasts

I see the tall church steeples,
They reach so far, so far,
But the eyes of my heart see the worlds great mart,
Where the starving people are.

Not Quite The Same

Not quite the same the springtime seems to me,
Since that sad season when in separate ways
Our paths diverged. There are no more such days
As dawned for us in that last time when we

My Vision

Wherever my feet may wander
Wherever I chance to be,
There comes, with the coming of even' time
A vision sweet to me.

Ad Finum

On the white throat of useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath
I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion
And gathered them close in a grip of death;

Little Queen

Do you remember the name I wore
The old pet-name of Little Queen
In the dear, dead days that are no more,
The happiest days of our lives, I ween?

Here And Now

Here, in the heart of the world,
Here, in the noise and the din,
Here, where our spirits were hurled
To battle with sorrow and sin,