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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.

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.

Custer

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

BOOK FIRST.I.ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy.
Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy
To sing of deeds as dauntless and as brave
As e'er lent luster to a warrior's grave.

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,

Sing to me! Something of sunlight and bloom,
I am so compassed with sorrow and gloom,
I am so sick with the worlds noisse and strife, -
Sing of the beauty and brightness of life
Sing to me, sing to me!

Be Not Weary

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Sometimes, when I am toil-worn and aweary,
And tired out with working long and well,
And earth is dark, and skies above are dreary,
And heart and soul are all too sick to tell,

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.

Only Dreams

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

A maiden sat in teh sunset glow
Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago,
That we see through a mist of tears.
She sat and dreamed, with lips apart,

By-And-Bye

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

By-and-bye, the maiden sighed by-and-bye
He will claim me for his bride,
Hope is strong and time is fleet;
Youth is fair, and love is sweet,
Clouds will pass that fleck my sky,
He will come back by-and-bye.

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!

Moon And Sea

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:
The tide of hope swells high within my breast,
And hides the rough dark rocks of lifes unrest
When your fond eyes smile near in perigee.

Bird Of Hope

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Soar not too high, O bird of Hope!
Because the skies are fair;
The tempest may come on apace
And overcome thee there.

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

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.

Change

Changed? Yes, I will confess it I have changed.
I do not love you in the old fond way.
I am your friend still time has not estranged
One kindly feeling of that vanished day.

Delilah

cIn the midnight of darkness and terror,
When I would grope nearer to God,
With my back to a record of error
And the highway of sin I have trod,

Does It Pay?

If one poor burdened toiler oer lifes road,
Who meets us by the way,
Goes on less conscious of his galling load,
Then life, indeed, does pay.

The River Scamander

O TROY! for me thy very name has got
Superior charms:--in story fruitful spot;
Thy famed remains I ne'er can hope to view,
That gods by labour raised, and gods o'erthrew;
Those fields where daring acts of valour shone;
So many fights were lost:--so many won.