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The Tryst
Just when all hope had perished in my soul,And balked desire made havoc with my mind,My cruel Ladye suddenly grew kind,And sent those gracious words..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Truth Teller
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain,And shows us the people's plight;And everything seems uncertain,And nothing at all looks right.Yet out of the..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Trio
We love but once. The great gold orb of lightFrom dawn to eventide doth cast his ray;But the full splendour of his perfect mightIs reached but once..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Traveller
Reply to Rudyard Kipling’s ‘He travels the fastest who travels alone.’Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,Though he laughs in the day time..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Traveled Man
Sometimes I wish the railroads all were torn out,The ships all sunk among the coral strands.I am so very weary, yea, so worn out,With tales of those..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Times
The times are not degenerate. Man’s faithMounts higher than of old. No crumbling creedCan take from the immortal soul the needOf that supreme..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tiger
In the still jungle of the senses layA tiger soundly sleeping, till one dayA bold young hunter chanced to come that way.'How calm,' he said, 'that..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tendril’s Faith
Under the snow in the dark and the cold,A pale little sprout was humming;Sweetly it sang, ‘neath the frozen mold,Of the beautiful days that were..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Temperance Army
Though you see no banded army,Though you hear no cannons rattle,We are in a mighty contest,We are fighting a great battle.We are few, but we are..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tavern Of Last Times
At Box Hill, SurreyA modern hour from London (as we spinInto a silver thread the miles of spaceBetween us and our goal), there is a placeApart from..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Swan Of Dijon
I was in Dijon when the war's wild blastWas at its loudest; when there was no soundFrom dawn to dawn, save soldiers marching past,Or rattle of their..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Summons
Some day, when the golden gloryOf June is over the earth,And the birds are singing togetherIn a wild, mad strain of mirth;When the skies are as clear..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Summer Girl
She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,With her eyes inviting glances..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Suicide
Last was the wealth I carried in life's packYouth, health, ambition, hope and trust but TimeAnd Fate, those robbers fit for any crimeStole all, and..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Story Of Grumble Tone
There was a boy named Grumble Tone, who ran away to sea.'I'm sick of things on land,' he said, 'as sick as I can be,A life upon the bounding wave is..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Story
They met each other in the glade –She lifted up her eyes;Alack the day! Alack the maid!She blushed in swift surprise.Alas! Alas! the woe that comes..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Stevedores
We are the army stevedores, lusty and virile and strong,We are given the hardest work of the war, and the hours are long.We handle the heavy boxes..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Squanderer
God gave him passions, splendid as the sun,Meant for the lordliest purposes; a partOf nature's full and fertile mother heart,From which new systems..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Spirit Of Great Joan
Back of each soldier who fights for France,Aye, back of each woman and manWho toils and prays through these long tense days.Is the spirit of Great..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Speech Of Silence
The solemn Sea of Silence lies between us;I know thou livest, and them lovest me,And yet I wish some white ship would come sailingAcross the ocean..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Soul's Farewell to the Bod
So we must part forever; and althoughI long have beat my wings and cried to go,Free from your narrow limiting control,Forth into space, the true home..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Song Of The Sandwich
Wemet at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, mute cry,As you elbowed your way through the..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Song Of The Allies
We are the Allies of God to-day,And the width of the earth is our right of way.Let no man question or ask us why,As we speed to answer a wild world..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Signboard
I will paint you a sign, rumseller,And hang it above your door;A truer and better signboardThan ever you had before.I will paint with the skill of a..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Same Old Strain
Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,A maxim I long have believed in, is true.Each day I grow firmer in this, my belief,Strong drink causes half..
©  Ella Wheeler Wilcox