Last Lines of Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A dream - a dream!A grand Thanksgiving chorus.A gray fog, drifted, and hid her from view.A nice little woman there, watching for me.A peace too wonderful to understand.A shape and a sheet.Achievements yet undreamed of shall be thine.After you went away.Ah! not alone are sun-kissed summits fair.Ah, God! ah, God! 'tis this way men go mad!All, all were needed lessons for my soul.And all God's hidden purposes seem plain.And all God's joys shall be at thy command.And all the bees chant of the grave, and death.And always with nothing to say.And as full of delight.And call September nothing but September.And call this the happiest one.And death and ruin filled the universe.And die for the sake of the man.And drop with you down to sweet Hell!And evermore pain tinctures our delight.And felt the kiss of the amorous bee.And forgetfulness covers all sorrows at last.And God shall hear your words and make them true.And hail me friend in an opulent land.And hang out 2.05 in the gaze of the world.And I came away from the hall.And I can never see her blue eyes shine.And I stood prisoned in an awful world.And in God's sight both yielded to desire.And its eyes to the Easter Morn.And I've only our cot and a warm heart for you.And keen delights of youth.And know that from my heart I sing.And leaders in the floral world of fashion.And leave the lesser word for lesser praise.And let the Christ within thee rise.And let who will, hold Nature's calm more dear.And life grows daily more worth the living.And light was given.And love that are wasted here.And make a ghastly phantom of To-day.And make us look up and not down.And man stood never half so near to God.And men grow better as the world grows old.And my foolish heart throbbed in delight.And neighbor, speaks never to neighbor.And never bend the knee.And now he begs no more.And put out the lights. We are through with our play.And rock on thy heaving breast?And she would be constant and true.And sighed, and went to bed.And so in spite of my resolve, I do not play at all.And so, forgive me if my eyes are wet.And sometime, sometime, I shall reap reward.And speeds him on his course.And spurned, was once more told.And stands serene triumphant, at the goal.And stationed outside the locked door.And still be fairest in the Angel band.And that was all I heard.And the buttercups bloom in its place.And the dead man stared on in the dark alone.And the long night of sorrow wore away.And the rose is shamed by her blushes.And the shadows behind us lengthen.And the water would be hot.And they do not heed, how the time drifts by.And think of me kindly, with blessings, alway.And this alone," said practical Is.And this is the end of my nonsense tale.And this was the tale that the robin told.And time to taste the joys of life.And to grasp for pleasure we have not won.And to-day holds a prize to be won.And too deep silence would distress me, dead.And we stand in the silence - dumb.And what heart sorrows? O no, not mine!And won her for my bride.And yet
Societylocks her out.And you are the loveliest flower that grows.And you must not look at me.And you will find them swiftly flocking there.And, smiling sweetly in her slumbers, died.Are coming to us one day.Are found in the minor strains of life.Are they seven, she counts one more.As baby Eva -- beneath the skies.As I came through the valley.As long as men have hearts that long for homes.As water shapes into a vessel.As we live.Because you can love.Believing them masked joys.
Beloved servant, well, and nobly done.Better another night,Brings the boat to shore, or my heart to thee.Broods o'er the scars of pleasures that have been.But chained and directed they gladden the world.But God extracts the interest hour by hour.But one goes home to weep!But the world said, frowning,
We shall not call.But they only respond with a wail.By man's cold pity for repentant vice.By the Great Composer, you have made plain.By the jolly old soak, with a nose like the sun!By two warm hearts together.Can find no joy outside thy border-line.Can never remove the stain of his kiss.Child, Mother, Mistress - all in one word - Wife.Clasps close his islands and laughs aloud.Come not till March has first prepared the way.Complete surrender of the whole I make.Convinces me of everlasting life.Down to the grave; and its hopes are vain.Earth can hold, I shall not see.E'en as my heart pleads with me to.Ere he wear the purple true poets wear.Even through your tears.Exit - little fan!Explaining all that seems so strange below.Fair, beautiful and whole!Fit for eternity?For an angel masquerading oft is she, the summer girl.For each new conquest of this phantom maid.For good lies over and under.For I am happy now!For life is a swift-flowing river at best.For Love is all, and over all. Amen.For my heart is too light for sighing.For one glad hour with thee.For only Death can reconcile the two.For that is my conception of hell-fire.For that old yellow almanac upon my kitchen wall.For the demon lurked under the angel in me.For the little white hearse has been, too, at my door.For the moonlight walks -- and you.For the rest is poor and vain.For the triumphant finish of its course.For the woman who loved him.For through them shone the lustrous eyes of Love.From far-off Babyland.From his brushes have been hurled.From the sunny, golden land.Full three-score years, and ten.Gained God, through Christ, forevermore.Give me the heart's last love, for that is best.Give me, I say, our own American.Go forth with yonder throng, and wait.God pity those who live to hear it said!God's azure skies, into the turquoise grew.God's system is so intricate.Grow deeper as years roll by.Hail to Momus, happy boy!Heaven was not complete without her.Her path led now to Paradise.Here, should we labor and love.Ho, ho, old Time, I may cheat you yet!How can I wait?How dim the vision that confounds the two!How God sent my Despair!How many burdens have you helped to bear?How sorrow ever would be our friend.How to hide, and play peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.Hushed his wild words. Well, has he found his youth?I am here to strengthen the plan.I am one of these.I am sure, very sure, there's a babe in that house.I fear you, Time, I fear you!I have given you warning! now choose your own fate!I hold all men to be my friends.I must say good-bye.I need not doubt His wisdom or His love.I shall always sing her praise.I shall be given courage to the end.I shall find it by and by.I shall finish and complete by the shining Jasper sea.I shall name the wedding day.I think it will happen in May.I think its ghost will haunt us evermore.I walk in the dark alone.I will be true, though thou art false to me.I will be worthy of it.I will believe till the Judgment-day.I'd take that hour and call my life complete.If thou wilt restore all these, good dame.If you will be patient - and use your time.I'll follow you. But now he waits for me.In bitter pain, I trust His mercy still.In blaze of gorgeous light.In each shadowy corner, there lurketh a ghost.In talking peace, when men declare for war?In the halls of memory.In the hands of the healer of all wounds -- 'Old Time.'In the long run.In the sleep of death, on her breast.In the Sunbeam's passionate arms.Into the deathless life.Is a song of the glorious new.is all the sad world needs.Is better equipped for the world's hard fight.is but an insect's sepulchre at best.Is no American.Is sometimes meant for him.Is the child that was born to them.Is ticking your life away.It all will come out right.It burst in the glad spring season.It gives the world more light.It is always sweet and grand.Its music has exhaled -- will love grow cold?Lights, with a dying splendor, the humblest toiler's way.Live worthy of it - call, and it shall come.Lord, let me go.Love asks the whole.Love is more perfect than anticipated.Man will I create with a foot like thine!Moon-faced Lily, my ocean pearl.More beautiful as they came true.More beautiful, more precious than before.My boat and I, in the summer weather.My love -- oh my love! -- that is buried to-day.'Neath their robes and diadems.Needs friendship's solid masonwork below.No glory greater than to share your woe.No longer fearing that he be denied.No year brings June that does not bring December.Nor dream to whom 'twas penned.
Nor taste of pain.Oh Life, oh Death.Now which of these men was the richer one?O love, stay near!Of flowers, and birds, and bees, came over the hills.Of
One Republic'sstrength.Of the God in you to achieve -- achieve.Of void and aching nothingness, makes Hell.Of what thy soul can feel.Oh! let us away to the gay bright town.Oh, God! Oh, God! have pity on that one.Oh, had that prayer been first!Oh, hide me! hide me! hide me!
Oh, it is nothing but smoke in my eyes.On a rich man's table, rim to rim.On passion's altar must hearts be cast!On, on, ambitious soul.Or else, with one swift stroke annihilate!Our hearts shall evermore be satisfied.Our madmen and law-breakers.Over the passionate heart.Pale, puny little world.Pass out, or another pass in, first or last.Pierced to the core by Cupid's fatal dart.Pity the hearts that know - or know not - Love!Rise to the combat, save the nation!Rushed to my arms, and spat upon your face.Saying
All things must pass away.See only that the Sun is in eclipse.Shall change to a paean of peace.Shall climb and claim blest immortality.Shall lead me into the Better Way.Shall we behold
no classeson God's earth.She clasps her rightful lover -- Pestilence.She were dead, 'twould seem better to-day.Should not be shadowed by the Artisan!Show me the way.Since the world began -- since the world began.So terribly, fearfully true.So we'll move up town next spring.Suspect suspicion, and doubt only doubt.Than all it promised me of old.Than grovel as they grovel on through life.Than the pain of those vanished days!That all through the summer, I saw in thy hair.That beautiful Land of Nod.That cannot find its satisfaction here.That crawls the length of some ancestral tree?That fill it to overflow.That is raging in my soul?That is the only evil that can kill.That lost ship lies with its waving hand.That men are governed by their horoscopes.That other hearts may know, and hail thee friend.That passionate Love is Pain's own mother.That sends down his song from the trees.That yearns all winter for the kiss of spring.The conquerer of all things -- save himself.The
county house,the best invention.The dawn shall prove thy arrows hit the mark.
The fight itself, was not as hard.The joys of souls that dwell among the blest.The lingering spell of that first embrace.The lists of these who fall.The look of a love grown tired.The lovely lost Atlantis of their Youth.The music is over, and vanished the wrecks.The nameless shadow, vague, and undefined.The nightingale unchided sing her song?The old wooden cradle, is ruthlessly cast.The optimistic Willow spoke of spring.The purpose in Gethsemane.The rose is dead: and her love -- has fled.The secret of success is Concentration.The songs I have written will live," he said.The sorriest things in this life will seem grandest in the next.The sorrow of our sad mistakes.The soul's divine inheritance is best.The sweet, blessed Lady of Tears.The things that no mortal shall know.The undiscovered country of thy soul!The violets always - till the roses come!The wan, worn face of the bruised old world.The world grows better every day.Then all unnoticed she passes out.Then closet well your phantoms, and your grief.Then count that day as worse than lost.Then wait, my soul, and rest.Then, life has been worth while.There is no thing which Love may not achieve.There's Heaven in it.These are our country's pride, our country's need.They are so delicate and sweet at this time of the year.They found the erring woman, dead.This beautiful summer day!Thou, like the child, shalt perish in the fire.Though all the world is glad, still talks of grief.Though critics to the end deride.Though kingdoms may perish and stars decay.Though they may not all be praising.Through any channel, save the one He meant.Through liberty and love men climb to God.Through the harmony's warp and woof.Through the narrow aisles of pain.Thus doth Love speak.To a glad, triumphant measure.To anchor in the harbour of Success.To be always singing about it.To change or alter a love like mine.To hear your greeting of
Little Queen.To nail the stars upon the evening sky.To please and edify the crowd.To some sad other one.To suit the general public, 'twill bust the world in two.To the city built of gold.To the limitless City of Love.To the noon of Immortal Love.To the Source that you came from, New Year.To those who have not, this alone is gain.To thrust aside half-truths and grasp the whole.To tidy up the world for me, by picking up this pin!Toil on to where selfhood in Godhood dies.Told how she had gone to rest.Uncrowned by glory and by men unsung.Under my window -- you all must die.Until it is settled right.Until she dies for love of him.Until you mount on wings.Until you shall hark to the Spirit within.Useless and unavailing.Walked in the gloaming, and love ran high.Walks with another, and woos anew.Was never made on earth.Was right, and who did not falter.We find but
once in a while.We take the little basket just as empty as we brought it.We take the little baskets just as empty as we brought them.We want just dividing of labor and gold.We've broken the day in two.What a terrible end, to the life that God gave.Whatever comes, This too shall pass away.Whatever is - is best.Whatever went out from your mind.When baby souls sail out.When Christmas bells are pelting the air with silver chimes.When he tells you he must go.When I lay me down to sleep.When the poet's heart is the saddest.When the world would praise me, an hour or so.Where Duty walks with Love in endless youth.Where lie our shipwrecks, and our coral caves.Where the feet of my Jamie stray.Where the lilies of peace are in bloom.Wherever her steps shall stray.Which is not elsewhere found.Which led us to the light.While fickle natures win the deeper love.While listening gods laugh loud in merriment.While the wind went whistling south.Who cometh never, to me.Who fought for that Nation's fame.Who has not strayed beyond his meadows fair.Who is three years old to-day.Who knows not the meaning of
style.Who wonders how the hammock feels?Why dost thou hold to him, then, spurning me?
Why home is the 'Kingdom of Love!'Why my heart is as light as a feather.Why not thine own? Press on; achieve! achieve!Why then, my answer will not quite be -- No.Will dream they are playing their parts.Will life be long enough to love thee in.
Will these robe me, when I die?Will vanish at the dawn of heavenly skies.Will write me out a pardon with His hand.With a woman who trades with sin.With grandma, this year.With her mother's beautiful eyes.With my last breath.With some new gift to crown me.You are always, always wrong.You are but a weak woman at the best.You shall find in the City of Rest.You will be what you will to be!
Your love is sleeping.Your portion of labor, and worry and care?