Truth poems
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Recompense
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Straight through my heart this fact to-day,
By Truths own hand is driven:
God never takes one thing away,
But something else is given.
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.
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.
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.
Progress
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Let there be many windows to your soul,
That all the glory of the universe
May beautify it. Not the narrow pane
Of one poor creed can catch the radiant rays
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?
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.
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.
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
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.
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!
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
© 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.
Settle The Question Right
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
However the battle is ended,
Though proudly the victor comes,
With flaunting flags and neighing nags
And echoing roll of drums;
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
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,
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.
Are you Loving Enough?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Are you loving enough? There is some one dear,
Some one you hold as the dearest of all
In the holiest shrine of your heart.
Are you making it known? Is the truth of it clear
Reunited
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Let us begin, dear love, where we left off;
Tie up the broken threads of that old dream;
And go on happy as before; and seem
Lovers again, though all the world may scoff.
