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Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
1850-1919


Theme:  Temperance Movement


NOTES:
Ella Wheeler Wilcox was a very popular poet of her day.  The poet laureate of the Temperance Movement, her first book of poetry (as Ella Wheeler, before her marriage) was published by The National Temperance Movement and Publication House out of New York.  Four of these poems (including this one) are posted here.*

Very much a traditionalist in many ways, Mrs. Wilcox (she would have deplored the "Ms" designation) is said to have mellowed in her later years - like a fine wine! Indeed, her prowess as a poet should not be judged by her "temperance poetry", which were written in her early 20's.  Her most well-known poem today is "Solitude" (see link below).
 - S. H. Bass   


more Ella Wheeler Wilcox at
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A Girl's Autumn Reverie
A Tumbler Of Claret*
Comrades
Distrust
In The Cup*
Lippo
Origin Of The Liquor Dealer*
Solitude   A/V
The Coquette  A/V
The Goal
The Two Glasses


Stop Button Clutter!
A Glass Of Wine
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919), American poet

"What's in a glass of wine?"
There, set the glass where I can look within.
Now listen to me, friend, while I begin
And tell you what I see --
What I behold with my far-reaching eyes,
And what I know to be
Below the laughing bubbles that arise
Within this glass of wine.
There is a little spirit, night and day,
That cries one word, for ever and alway:
That single word is "More!"
And whoso drinks a glass of wine, drinks him:
You fill the goblet full unto the brim,
And strive to silence him.

Glass after glass you drain to quench his thirst,
Each glass contains a spirit like the first;
And all their voices cry
Until they shriek and clamor, howl and rave,
And shout "More!" noisily,
Till welcome death prepares the drunkard's
grave,
And stills the imps that rave.

That see I in the wine:
And tears so many that I cannot guess;
And all these drops are labeled with "Distress."
I know you cannot see.
And at the bottom are the dregs of shame:
Oh! it is plain to me.
And there are woes too terrible to name:
Now drink your glass of wine.

from Drops of Water: Poems (New York : The National Temperance Society and Publication House, 1872)


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Drops of Water: Poems (The National Temperance Society and Publication House, 1872)


       
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