Life poems
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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?
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.
Contentment
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
If any line that I ever penned,
Or any word I have spoken,
Has comforted heart of foe or friend -
In any way, why my life, I'll say,
Love Thyself Last
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Love thyself last. Look near, behold thy duty
To those who walk beside thee down lifes road;
Make glad their days by little acts of beauty,
And help them bear the burden of earths load.
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,
Christ Crucified
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Then next I heard the roar of mills; and moving through the noise,
Like phantoms in an underworld, were little girls and boys.
Their backs were bent, their brows were pale, their eyes were sad and old;
But by the labour of their hands greed added gold to gold.
Again the Presence and the Voice: Behold the crimes I see,
As ye have done it unto these, so have ye done to me.
Sing To Me
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
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!
Love's Coming
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.
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,
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!"
Christmas Fancies
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,
We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.
And etched on vacant places,
Are half forgotten faces
Of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow.
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.
I Am
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Am
I know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go;
But the fact stands clear that I am here
Communism
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When my blood flows calm as a purling river,
When my heart is asleep and my brain has sway,
It is then that I vow we must part for ever,
That I will forget you, and put you away
If
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Dear love, if you and I could sail away,
With snowy pennons to the wind unfurled,
Across the waters of some unknown bay,
And find some island far from all the world;
Life Is A Privilege
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.
To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
To feed with dreams the hearts perpetual fire,
Old Times
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Friend of my youth, let us talk of old times;
Of the long lost golden hours.
When "Winter" meant only Christmas chimes,
And "Summer" wreaths of flowers.
Life
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
All in the dark we grope along,
And if we go amiss
We learn at least which path is wrong,
And there is gain in this.
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.
