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Her Last Letter

Sitting alone by the window,

Watching the moonlit street,

Bending my head to listen

To the well-known sound of your feet,

I have been wondering, darling,

How I can bear the pain,

When I watch, with sighs and tear-wet eyes;

And wait for your coming in vain.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Life

An infant wailing in nameless fear;

A shadow, perchance, in the quiet room,

Or the hum of an insect flying near,

Or the screech-owl's cry, in the outer gloom.

A little child on the sun-checked floor,

A broken toy, and a tear stained face,

A young life clouded, a young heart sore;

And the great clock, time, ticks on apace.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Toes In The Morning

This little toe is hungry—

This little toe is too,

This toe lies abed like a sleepy head,

And this toe cries "Boo-hoo."

This toe big and tall is the smartest of all

For he pops into stocking and shoe.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Life's Harmonies

Let no man pray that he know not sorrow,

Let no soul ask to be free from pain,

For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow,

And the moment's loss is the lifetime's gain.

Through want of a thing does its worth redouble,

Through hunger's pangs does the feast content,

And only the heart that has harbored trouble,

Can fully rejoice when joy is sent.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Way To Wonderland

Who knows the way to wonderland?

Oh, I know, Oh, I know!

Trotty-te-trot on mama's knee,

Then over the billows of sleepy sea,

Down through the straits of by-lo,

Oh, who but mama could understand

The ways that lead to wonderland.

Now we are off to wonderland,

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Beautiful Land of Nod

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,

Your head like the golden-rod,

And we will go sailing away from here

To the beautiful Land of Nod.

Away from life's hurry and flurry and worry,

Away from earth's shadows and gloom,

To a world of fair weather we'll float off together,

Where roses are always in bloom.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Will

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,

Can circumvent or hinder or control

The firm resolve of a determined soul.

Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;

All things give way before it, soon or late.

What obstacle can stay the mighty force

Of the sea-seeking river in its course,

Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait?

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Baby's First Journey

Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him—

Soft as a pillow are somebody's arms.

Down he goes slowly, ever so lowly

Over the rim of the cradle they lay him—

Baby's first journey is free from alarms.

Baby is growing while Mama sings by-lo,

Sturdy and rosy and laughing and fair,

Crowing and growing past every one's knowing,

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Woman's Love

So vast the tide of Love within me surging,

It overflows like some stupendous sea,

The confines of the Present and To-be;

And 'gainst the Past's high wall I feel it urging,

As it would cry "Thou too shalt yield to me!"

All other loves my supreme love embodies;

I would be she on whose soft bosom nursed

Thy clinging infant lips to quench their thirst;

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Naughty Little Comet

There was a little comet who lived near the Milky Way!

She loved to wander out at night and jump about and play.

The mother of the comet was a very good old star;

She used to scold her reckless child for venturing out too far.

She told her of the ogre, Sun, who loved on stars to sup,

And who asked no better pastime than in gobbling comets up.

But instead of growing cautious and of showing proper fear,

The foolish little comet edged up nearer, and more near.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Only A Sad Mistake

Only a blunder—a sad mistake;

All my own fault and mine alone.

The saddest error a heart can make;

I was so young, or I would have known.

Only his rare, sweet, tender smile;

Only a lingering touch of his hand.

I think I was dreaming all the while,

The reason I did not understand.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox