Life poems
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Bohemia
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Bohemia, o'er thy unatlassed borders
How many cross, with half-reluctant feet,
And unformed fears of dangers and disorders,
To find delights, more wholesome and more sweet
Than ever yet were known to the "elite."
Realisation
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot;
Or so the unperceiving thought,
Who looked no deeper than her face,
Devoid of chiselled lines of grace
No farther than her humble grate,
And wondered how she bore her fate.
Life's Harmonies
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Let no man pray that he know not sorrow,
Let no soul ask to be free from pain,
For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow,
And the moment's loss is the lifetime's gain.
Noblesse Oblige
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I hold it the duty of one who is gifted
And specially dowered I all mens sight,
To know no rest till his life is lifted
Fully up to his great gifts height.
Only A Slight Flirtation
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Twas just a slight flirtation,
And wheres the harm, I pray,
In that amusing pastime
So much in vogue to-day?
Fleeing Away
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar,
Higher and higher on soul-lent wings;
But ever and often and more and more
They are dragged down earthward by little things,
By little troubles and little needs,
As a lark might be tangled among the weeds.
Preparation
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
We must not force events, but rather make
The heart soil ready for their coming, as
The earth spreads carpets for the feet of Spring,
Or, with the strengthening tonic of the frost,
Denied
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The winds came out of the west one day,
And hurried the clouds before them;
And drove the shadows and mists away,
And over the mountains bore them.
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.
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.
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,
Not Quite The Same
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
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
Little Queen
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
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
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
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,
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.
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.
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!
