Time poems
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My Comrade
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
But I laughed up in their faces,
As I rode slowly back,
While the Wind went faster and faster,
Like a race-horse on the track.
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.
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.
Possession
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
That which we had we still possess,
Though leaves may drop and stars may fall;
No circumstance can make it less
Or take it from us, all in all.
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
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.
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!
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.
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.
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 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
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.
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.
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.
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
