Poems begining by A
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At an Old Drawer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Before this scarf was faded,
What hours of mirth it knew;
How gayly it paraded
From smiling eyes to view.
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.
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.
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.
Ad Finum
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
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;
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.
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?
A trusting little leaf of green,
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
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.
A Suggestion
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
As I go and shop, sir!
If a car I stop, sir!
Where you chance to sit,
And you want to read, sir!
Never mind or heed, sir!
Ill not care a bit.
An Old Man To His Sleeping Young Bride
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
As when the old moon lighted by the tender
And radiant crescent of the new is seen,
And for a moment's space suggests the splendor
Of what in its full prime it once has been,
Answered
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There, now, you are white with anger.
I knew it would be so.
You should not question a man too close
When he tells you he must go.
An Empty Crib
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Beside a crib that holds a babys stocking,
A tattered picture book, a broken toy,
A sleeping mother dreams that she is rocking
Her fair-haired cherub boy.
Art And Love
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
For many long uninterrupted years
She was the friend and confidant of Art;
They walked together, heart communed with heart
In that sweet comradeship that so endears.
At Bay
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Wife
Reach out your arms, and hold me close and fast.
Tell me there are no memories of your past
That mar this love of ours, so great, so vast.
Artist's Life
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote,
mad with melody, rhythm--rife
From the very first to the final note,
Give me his "Artist's Life!"
An Answer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
If all the year was summer-time,
And all the aim of life
Was just to lilt on like a rhyme
Then I would be your wife.
Ambition's Trail
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
If all the end of this continuous striving
Were simply to attain,
How poor would seem the planning and contriving
The endless urging and the hurried driving
Of body, heart and brain!
Advice
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I must do as you do? Your way I own
Is a very good way, and still,
There are sometimes two straight roads to a town,
One over, one under the hill.
Answered Prayers
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I prayed for riches, and achieved success;
All that I touched turned into gold. Alas!
My cares were greater and my peace was less,
When that wish came to pass.
