Smile poems
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In the Long Run
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the long run fame finds the deserving man.
The lucky wight may prosper for a day,
But in good time true merit leads the van,
And vain pretense, unnoticed, goes its way.
Love Will Wane
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When your love begins to wane,
Spare me from the cruel pain
Of all speech that tells me so -
Spare me words, for I shall know,
Philosophy
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
At morn the wise man walked abroad,
Proud with the learning of great fools.
He laughed and said, There is no God
Tis force creates, tis reason rules.
Sestina
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth,
And searched for Pleasure. On a distant height
Fame's silhouette stood sharp against the skies.
Beyond vast crowds that thronged a broad highway
I caught the glimmer of a golden goal,
While from a blooming bower smiled siren Love.
Carlos
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Last night I knelt low at my ladys feet.
One soft, caressing hand played with my hair,
And one I kissed and fondled. Kneeling there,
I deemed my meed of happiness complete.
My Vision
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Wherever my feet may wander
Wherever I chance to be,
There comes, with the coming of even' time
A vision sweet to me.
Ad Finum
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
On the white throat of useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath
I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion
And gathered them close in a grip of death;
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.
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.
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.
Finis
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
An idle rhyme of the summer time,
Sweet, and solemn, and tender;
Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays,
Bright with the sunset's splendour.
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'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.
An Empty Crib
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Beside a crib that holds a babys stocking,
A tattered picture book, a broken toy,
A sleeping mother dreams that she is rocking
Her fair-haired cherub boy.
Inspiration
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy,
Is inspiration, eager to pursue,
But rather like a maiden, fond, yet coy,
Who gives herself to him who best doth woo.
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,
Momus, God Of Laughter
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Though with gods the world is cumbered,
Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered,
Never god was known to be
Who had not his devotee.
So I dedicate to mine,
Here in verse, my temple-shrine.
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.
A Lovers' Quarrel
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
And all through the riotous ardent weather
We dreamed, and loved, and rejoiced together.
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At times my lover would rage and storm.
I said: No matter, his heart is warm.
