Love poems

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Desolation

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I think that the bitterest sorrow or pain
Of love unrequited, or cold deaths woe,
Is sweet, compared to that hour when we know
That some grand passion is on the wane.

It All Will Come Out Right

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Whatever is a cruel wrong,
Whatever is unjust,
The honest years that speed along
Will trample in the dust.

A trusting little leaf of green,

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.

Beyond

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

It seemeth such a little way to me
Across to that strange country the Beyond;
And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be
The home of those whom I am so fond,
They make it seem familiar and most dear,
As journeying friends bring distant regions near.

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.

Impatience

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

How can I wait until you come to me?
The once fleet mornings linger by the way;
Their sunny smiles touched with malicious glee
At my unrest, they seem to pause, and play
Like truant children, while I sigh and say,
How can I wait?

Love Song

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Once in the worlds first prime,
When nothing lived or stirred,
Nothing but new-born Time,
Nor was there even a bird

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,

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.

Love's Language

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speak.

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.

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

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

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!"

Only Dreams

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,

In Faith

When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by,
I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye;
And out where the robin sang his song,
We lived and loved, while the days were long.

Christmas Fancies

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.