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The Duet The Duet

The Duet
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the tenor, McKey, Were singing together a blithe duet, And days it were better I should forget Came suddenly back to me-- Days when life seemed a gay masque ball, And to love and be loved was the sum of it all. As they sang together, the whole scene fled, The room's rich hangings,... Poems - Post by : Privlist - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 2059

Guilo Guilo

Guilo
Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone. Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow? The sunshine is to-day's, although it shone On yesterday, and may shine on to-morrow. I love but thee, my Guilo! be content; The greediest heart can claim but present pleasure. The future is thy God's. The past is spent. To-day is thine; clasp close the precious treasure.... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 666

But One But One

But One
The year has but one June, dear friend; The year has but one June; And when that perfect month doth end, The robin's song, though loud, though long, Seems never quite in tune. The rose, though still its blushing face By bee and bird is seen, May yet have lost that subtle grace-- That nameless spell the winds know... Poems - Post by : jrmassoc - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 3102

Through The Valley Through The Valley

Through The Valley
(AFTER JAMES THOMSON.) As I came through the Valley of Despair, As I came through the valley, on my sight, More awful than the darkness of the night, Shone glimpses of a Past that had been fair, And memories of eyes that used to smile, And wafts of perfume from a vanished isle, As I came through the valley. As I... Poems - Post by : RockM - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 797

Answered Answered

Answered
Good-bye--yes, I am going. Sudden? Well, you are right; But a startling truth came home to me With sudden force last night. What is it? Shall I tell you? Nay, that is why I go. I am running away from the battlefield Turning my back on the foe. Riddles? You think me cruel! Have you... Poems - Post by : Austin - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 3208

'the Beautiful Blue Danube' "the Beautiful Blue Danube"

'the Beautiful Blue Danube'
They drift down the hall together; He smiles in her lifted eyes; Like waves of that mighty river, The strains of the "Danube" rise. They float on its rhythmic measure Like leaves on a summer-stream; And here, in this scene of pleasure, I bury my sweet, dead dream. Through the cloud of her dusky tresses,... Poems - Post by : Bill999 - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 1161

What Shall We Do? What Shall We Do?

What Shall We Do?
Here now forevermore our lives must part. My path leads there, and yours another way. What shall we do with this fond love, dear heart? It grows a heavier burden day by day. Hide it? In all earth's caverns, void and vast, There is not room enough to hide it, dear; Not even the mighty storehouse of the past Could cover it from our own... Poems - Post by : Jeff_Walker - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 3087

Reunited Reunited

Reunited
Let us begin, dear love 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. Let us forget the graves which lie between Our parting and our meeting, and the tears That rusted out the gold-work of the years, The frosts that fell upon our gardens... Poems - Post by : trebor1000 - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 1772

Upon The Sand Upon The Sand

Upon The Sand
All love that has not friendship for its base Is like a mansion built upon the sand. Though brave its walls as any in the land, And its tall turrets lift their heads in grace; Though skilful and accomplished artists trace Most beautiful designs on every hand, And gleaming statues in dim niches stand, And fountains play in some flow'r-hidden place:... Poems - Post by : pearsonbrown - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 986

Queries Queries

Queries
Well, how has it been with you since we met That last strange time of a hundred times? When we met to swear that we could forget-- I your caresses, and you my rhymes-- The rhyme of my lays that rang like a bell, And the rhyme of my heart with yours, as well? How has it been since we drank that last kiss, That was bitter... Poems - Post by : KennyMc - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 2679

Friendship After Love Friendship After Love

Friendship After Love
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires, There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days, Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze. So after Love has led us, till he tires Of his own throes and torments and desires,... Poems - Post by : kurtg3 - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 500

Individuality Individuality

Individuality
O yes, I love you, and with all my heart; Just as a weaker woman loves her own, Better than I love my beloved art, Which, till you came, reigned royally, alone, My king, my master. Since I saw your face I have dethroned it, and you hold that place. I am as weak as other women are: Your frown can make the whole world like a... Poems - Post by : Myrddin - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 3453

The Common Lot The Common Lot

The Common Lot
It is a common fate--a woman's lot-- To waste on one the riches of her soul, Who takes the wealth she gives him, but cannot Repay the interest, and much less the whole. As I look up into your eyes and wait For some response to my fond gaze and touch, It seems to me there is no sadder fate Than to be doomed to... Poems - Post by : Harold_Fultz - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 529

Communism Communism

Communism
When my blood flows calm as a purling river, When my heart is asleep and my brain has sway, It is then that I vow we must part forever, That I will forget you, and put you away Out of my life, as a dream is banished Out of the mind when the dreamer awakes; That I know it will be, when the spell has vanished,... Poems - Post by : MarkB - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 3044

Impatience Impatience

Impatience
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? How can I wait? Of old, the rapid hours Refused to pause... Poems - Post by : mikegiving - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 3339

Love's Language (how Does Love Speak?) Love's Language (how Does Love Speak?)

Love's Language (how Does Love Speak?)
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 patent to a sigh-- Thus doth Love speak. How does Love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,... Poems - Post by : Jeff_Walker - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 2366

The Old Man's Christmas The Old Man's Christmas

The Old Man's Christmas
I. Though there was wrong on both sides, they never would have separated had it not been for the old man. He was Ben's father, and Ben was an only child--a spoiled, selfish, high-tempered lad, who had grown up with the idea that his father, Anson English, or the "old man," as his dutiful son called him, was much richer than he really was, and that he had no need of any personal effort--any object in life, aside from the pursuit of pleasure. Ben's mother had died when he was fifteen years old and his father had never married again. Yet... Short Stories - Post by : Donna_Maher - Date : March 2011 - Author : Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Read : 1249