Good poems
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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.
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
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 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.
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.
Morning Prayer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Let me to-day do something that shall take
A little sadness from the worlds vast store,
And may I be so favoured as to make
Of joys too scanty sum a little more.
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.
Our Blessings
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Sitting to-day in the sunshine,
That touched me with fingers of love,
I thought of the manifold blessings
God scatters on earth, from above;
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.
Thanksgiving
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There's not a day in all the year
But holds some hidden pleasure,
And looking back, joys oft appear
To brim the past's wide measure.
Are you Loving Enough?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Are you loving enough? There is some one dear,
Some one you hold as the dearest of all
In the holiest shrine of your heart.
Are you making it known? Is the truth of it clear
Angel Or Demon
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
You call me an angel of love and of light,
A being of goodness and heavenly fire,
Sent out from Gods kingdom to guide you aright,
In paths where your spirits may mount and aspire.
You say that I glow like a star on its course,
Like a ray from the alter, a spark from the source.
Go Plant a Tree
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There is an oak (oh! how I love that tree)
Which has been thriving for a hundred years;
Each day I send my blessing through the spheres
To one who gave this triple boon to me,
Of growing beauty, singing birds, and shade.
Wouldst thou win laurels that shall never fade?
After the Engagement
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended---
The ball I wrote was to be;
And oh! it was perfectly splendid---
If you could have been here to see.
Platonic
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I knew it the first of the summer,
I knew it the same at the end,
That you and your love were plighted,
But couldnt you be my friend?
Poverty And Wealth
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The stork flew over a town one day,
And back of each wing an infant lay;
One to a rich mans home he brought,
And one he left at a labourers cot.
Sorry
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There is much in life that makes me sorry as I journey
down lifes way.
And I seem to see more pathos in poor human
Lives each day.
All Roads That Lead To God Are Good
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
All roads that lead to God are good.
What matters it, your faith, or mine?
Both centre at the goal divine
Of loves eternal Brotherhood.
Father
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
He never made a fortune, or a noise
In the world where men are seeking after fame;
But he had a healthy brood of girls and boys
Who loved the very ground on which he trod.
In The Garden
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
How you kissed my lips in the garden,
And we stood in a trance of bliss,
And our hearts seemed speaking together
In that one thrilling kiss.
