|The Rhyme Maker
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
poem today is "Solitude" (see link below).
- S. H.
more Ella Wheeler Wilcox at
Girl's Autumn Reverie
Glass Of Wine*
Tumbler Of Claret*
Of The Liquor Dealer*
Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)
we must part, my Lippo. Even so,
grieve to see thy sudden pained surprise;
not on me with such accusing eyes –
thine own hand which dealt dear
loved thee fondly yesterday. Till then
heart was like a covered golden cup
above my eager lip held up.
fancied thou wert not as other men.
knew that heart was filled with Love’s sweet
wholly for my drinking. And my lip
parched with thirsting for one nectared sip
what, denied me, seemed a draft divine.
evening, in the gloaming, that cup spilled
precious contents. Even to the lees
offered to me, saying, “Drink of these!”
when I saw it empty, Love was killed.
word was left unsaid, no act undone,
prove to me thou wert my abject slave.
Ah! Love, hadst thou been wise enough to save
little drop of that sweet wine – but one –
still had loved thee, longing for it then.
even the cup is mine. I look within,
find it holds not one last drop to win,
cast it down. – Thou art as other men.
from Maurine And
Other Poems (1910)
FREE E-Books at Project Gutenberg
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
BOTTLED POETRY: Verses from the VineVINTAGE WINE POEMS NEW PRESSINGSvinted and bottled by Stephen H. Bass