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Fading

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

All in the beautiful Autumn weather
One thought lingers with me and stays;
Death and winter are coming together,
Though both are veiled by the amber haze

Listen!

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Whoever you are as you read this,
Whatever your trouble or grief,
I want you to know and to heed this:
The day draweth near with relief.

A Marine Etching

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed oer the race track blue,
Then up behind her, the dust of the sea,
A gray fog, drifted, and hid her from view.

Kingdom of Love

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth
Reflected the sunrise above,
I set forth with a heart full of courage and mirth
To seek for the Kingdom of Love.

So Long In Coming

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

When shall I hear the thrushes sing,
And see their graceful, round throats swelling?
When shall I watch the bluebirds bring
The straws and twiglets for their dwelling?

I Told You

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I told you the winter would go, love,
I told you the winter would go,
That he'd flee in shame when the south wind came,
And you smiled when I told you so.

Fame

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

If I should die, to-day,
To-morrow, maybe, the world would see
Would waken from sleep, and say,
"Why here was talent! why here was worth!

Limitless

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

There is nothing, I hold, in the way of work
That a human being may not achieve
If he does not falter, or shrink, or shirk,
And more than all, if he will believe.

Desolation

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I think that the bitterest sorrow or pain
Of love unrequited, or cold deaths woe,
Is sweet, compared to that hour when we know
That some grand passion is on the wane.

Arise

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Why sit ye idly dreaming all the day,
While the golden, precious hours flit away?
See you not the day is waning, waning fast?
That the morn's already vanished in the past?

It All Will Come Out Right

Whatever is a cruel wrong,
Whatever is unjust,
The honest years that speed along
Will trample in the dust.

A trusting little leaf of green,

A little leaf just in the forest's edge,
All summer long, had listened to the wooing
Of amorous brids that flew across the hedge,
Singing their blithe sweet songs for her undoing.
So many were the flattering things they told her,
The parent tree seemed quite too small to hold her.

Finis

An idle rhyme of the summer time,
Sweet, and solemn, and tender;
Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays,
Bright with the sunset's splendour.

Beyond

It seemeth such a little way to me
Across to that strange country the Beyond;
And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be
The home of those whom I am so fond,
They make it seem familiar and most dear,
As journeying friends bring distant regions near.