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Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
1850-1919


Theme:  Love and Romance


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*
Comrades
Distrust
In The Cup*
Origin Of The Liquor Dealer*
Solitude   A/V
The Coquette   A/V
The Goal
The Two Glasses


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Lippo
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)

Now we must part, my Lippo. Even so,
I grieve to see thy sudden pained surprise;
Gaze not on me with such accusing eyes –
’Twas thine own hand which dealt dear
Love’s death-blow.

I loved thee fondly yesterday. Till then
Thy heart was like a covered golden cup
Always above my eager lip held up.
I fancied thou wert not as other men.

I knew that heart was filled with Love’s sweet
wine,
Pressed wholly for my drinking. And my lip
Grew parched with thirsting for one nectared
sip
Of what, denied me, seemed a draft divine.

Last evening, in the gloaming, that cup spilled
Its precious contents. Even to the lees
Were offered to me, saying, “Drink of these!”
And, when I saw it empty, Love was killed.

No word was left unsaid, no act undone,
To prove to me thou wert my abject slave.
Ah! Love, hadst thou been wise enough to save
One little drop of that sweet wine – but one –

I still had loved thee, longing for it then.
But even the cup is mine. I look within,
And find it holds not one last drop to win,
And cast it down. – Thou art as other men.

from Maurine And Other Poems (1910)


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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox



       
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