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Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
1850-1919


Theme:  Wine Musings


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 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   


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A Girl's Autumn Reverie
A Glass Of Wine*

A Tumbler Of Claret* 
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!
Comrades
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919), American poet

I and my Soul are alone to-day,
All in the shining weather;
We were sick of the world, and put it away,
So we could rejoice together.

Our host, the Sun, in the blue, blue sky
Is mixing a rare, sweet wine,
In the burnished gold of this cup on high,
For me, and this Soul of mine.

We find it a safe and royal drink,
And a cure for every pain;
It helps us to love, and helps us to think,
And strengthens body and brain.

And sitting here, with my Soul alone,
Where the yellow sun-rays fall,
Of all the friends I have ever known
I find it the BEST of all.

We rarely meet when the world is near,
For the World hath a pleasing art
And brings me so much that is bright and dear
That my Soul it keepeth apart.

But when I grow weary of mirth and glee,
Of glitter, glow, and splendor,
Like a tried old friend it comes to me,
With a smile that is sad and tender.

And we walk together as two friends may,
And laugh and drink God’s wine.
Oh, a royal comrade any day
I find this Soul of mine.


from Poems Of Cheer (1914)


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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox



       
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