In my research last month I discovered a magazine article which I had not
seen before:
"ELLA WHEELER WILCOX" by Edward Thomas.
Poetry and drama. 1(1) (March 1913): 33-42.
London: The Poetry Bookshop, 1913-
This article has been added to the many full text biographies of Ella on
the web site. You can see the index to them all at:
http://192.211.16.13/individuals/edwardsr/ella/bioindex.htm or read this
article from 1913 at
http://192.211.16.13/individuals/edwardsr/ella/bio/bthomas.htm
And as always, anyone who has email but not a web browser may request the
text from me via email.
Take care and be well.
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This week's "Poem of the Week" is not A poem, but rather an entire book!
Thanks to Lori DeCarlo, I have managed to compile the text of all the
poems in Drops of Water: Poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. New York : The
National Temperance Society and Publication House, 1872. 132 p.
The Table of Contents is available (with links to all the poems) at:
http://192.211.16.13/individuals/edwardsr/ella/books/drops.htm
And all the individuals poems have been added to the Poems by Title index
(http://192.211.16.13/individuals/edwardsr/ella/pindex.htm) which brings
us up to over 600 full text poems!
While I know this is a very small percentage of all the poems she wrote
in the over fifty years she was writing, it is nonetheless hundreds more
than any other public internet site.
I want to thank all those good folks over the past two years who have
helped to make the Ella Pages the valuable resource they have become.
Rich
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Hi Rich-I do have Drops of Water. It was, I believe, her first book.
I was overjoyed to finally find it-it's subject is alcohol (did you know?) She
was very passionate about abstinence from alcohol, especially in her
youth. I promise to copy it for you next week.........please send your
address again; I prefer to mail it to you. Ella's spirit lives with your
wonderful
efforts. Lori
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One of the projects I'm working on is to add the table of contents of as
many Ella books as I can to the web pages so we know where the poems came
from even if we don't have all the full text of them online yet.
Right now I would like to have the Table of Contents of _Drops of Water_.
If anyone has a copy and can email me the table of contents, or is
willing to send a photocopy of it via regular mail, please let me know.
Thanks.
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From a new biographical article on Ella:
" Ella Wheeler Wilcox was appointed as a member of the first Supreme
Council of the American Rosicrucian movement, and thus, she played an active
role in establishing it. She served as a Supreme Council officer until
her death in 1919."
The full article is available as copied from the Rosicrucian Archives at:
http://192.211.16.13/individuals/edwardsr/ella/Bio/Wilcox.htm
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Can anyone help me identify the work that this quote (from an Insurance
Company's web page) comes from:
"With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see."
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One of the things I have discovered in my research is that Ella is quoted
in some of the strangest places. I have included most things I have found
on the "miscellaneous" web page.
Today I found the quote:
"To sin by silence, when we should protest, makes cowards out of men. The
human race has climbed on protest. Had no voice been raised against
injustice, ignorance and lust, the inquisition yet would serve the law, and
guillotines decide our least disputes. The few who dare, must speak and
speak again, to right the wrongs of many...
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox"
From "Protest" in _Poems of Problems_ by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago: W. B. Conkey Company 1914.
Is found on a web page whose title is "Iran...the whole Iran...and
nothing but Iran....." at http://www.mehrdad.org/
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I spent several evenings this week searching the net for more photographs
of Ella and then revamping the photo web page. The results (which almost
doubled the number of photos!) are now available at:
http://192.211.16.13/individuals/edwardsr/ella/photos.htm
I am also going through my Ella books with an eye toward scanning more
images and adding those soon.
Then back to more poems...
joyfully,
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Kevin,
Thanks or your great detective work! I will double check the web
version's text against The Worlds and I (since I don't have Picked Poems)
and post it on the web pages with the correct title and citation.
As a professional librarian, it is important to me that I make the
information on the Ella Pages as accurate as possible so that future
researchers can rely on what they find.
Thanks for helping with this!
Rich
On Wed, 3 Mar 1999, Jan W. Gave wrote:
> Dear Rich,
> This query was a remarkably tough one even for me. I know this
> poem is in print in one of Ella's poetry volumes, but I found it first
> on p. 112 of The Worlds and I (Ella's autobiography). It is called
> "Illusion," not "Conversation." Ella tells the story of her composition
> of the poem on pp. 111-113. She had just been to a lecture by an Indian
> guru and felt inspired to write this poem, which she had trouble getting
> published due to its clearly unorthodox religious viewpoint. Finally,
> the poem was published in the Chap Book (of Chicago), later carried in
> the London Athenaeum. The poem also appears on p. 15 of Picked Poems
> (1912).
>
> Kevin Gave
>
> "Richard A. Edwards" wrote:
> >
> > I discovered the following poem on the web, attributed to Ella, but I
> > cannot find it listed in any of my references to hand. Does anyone
> > recognize it? Can anyone give me a citation?
> >
> > Thanks.
> >
> > Rich
> >
> > Conversation
> >
> > God and I in space alone
> > and nobody else in view.
> > And where are the people, O Lord, I said,
> > the earth below and the sky o'er head
> > and the dead whom once I knew?
> >
> > That was a dream, God smiled and said,
> > A dream that seemed to be true.
> > There were no people, living or dead,
> > there was no earth, and no sky o'er head;
> > there was only Myself -- in you.
> >
> > Why do I feel no fear, I asked,
> > meeting You here this way?
> > For I have sinned I know full well--
> > and is there heaven, and is there hell,
> > and is this the Judgment Day?
> >
> > Nay, those were but dreams, the Great God said,
> > Dreams that have ceased to be.
> > There are no such things as fear or sin;
> > there is no you -- you never have been--
> > there is nothing at all but Me.
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Dear Rich,
This query was a remarkably tough one even for me. I know this
poem is in print in one of Ella's poetry volumes, but I found it first
on p. 112 of The Worlds and I (Ella's autobiography). It is called
"Illusion," not "Conversation." Ella tells the story of her composition
of the poem on pp. 111-113. She had just been to a lecture by an Indian
guru and felt inspired to write this poem, which she had trouble getting
published due to its clearly unorthodox religious viewpoint. Finally,
the poem was published in the Chap Book (of Chicago), later carried in
the London Athenaeum. The poem also appears on p. 15 of Picked Poems
(1912).
Kevin Gave
"Richard A. Edwards" wrote:
>
> I discovered the following poem on the web, attributed to Ella, but I
> cannot find it listed in any of my references to hand. Does anyone
> recognize it? Can anyone give me a citation?
>
> Thanks.
>
> Rich
>
> Conversation
>
> God and I in space alone
> and nobody else in view.
> And where are the people, O Lord, I said,
> the earth below and the sky o'er head
> and the dead whom once I knew?
>
> That was a dream, God smiled and said,
> A dream that seemed to be true.
> There were no people, living or dead,
> there was no earth, and no sky o'er head;
> there was only Myself -- in you.
>
> Why do I feel no fear, I asked,
> meeting You here this way?
> For I have sinned I know full well--
> and is there heaven, and is there hell,
> and is this the Judgment Day?
>
> Nay, those were but dreams, the Great God said,
> Dreams that have ceased to be.
> There are no such things as fear or sin;
> there is no you -- you never have been--
> there is nothing at all but Me.
>
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I discovered the following poem on the web, attributed to Ella, but I
cannot find it listed in any of my references to hand. Does anyone
recognize it? Can anyone give me a citation?
Thanks.
Rich
Conversation
God and I in space alone
and nobody else in view.
And where are the people, O Lord, I said,
the earth below and the sky o'er head
and the dead whom once I knew?
That was a dream, God smiled and said,
A dream that seemed to be true.
There were no people, living or dead,
there was no earth, and no sky o'er head;
there was only Myself -- in you.
Why do I feel no fear, I asked,
meeting You here this way?
For I have sinned I know full well--
and is there heaven, and is there hell,
and is this the Judgment Day?
Nay, those were but dreams, the Great God said,
Dreams that have ceased to be.
There are no such things as fear or sin;
there is no you -- you never have been--
there is nothing at all but Me.
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Well, it seems that our Ella Wheeler Wilcox Society is going to be
mentioned in a publication soon.
I recieved this email yesterday:
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Date: Mon, 1 Mar 1999 18:40:32 EST
From: JRob52162@...
To: edwardsr@...
Subject: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Hello--
I am currently reading Ella Wheeler Wilcox in preparation for writing an
article about her for a magazine called BADGER BOOKS QUARTERLY, based in
Oregon, Wisconsin. Ella will be part of an ongoing series of articles on
famous Wisconsin writers: I have already done articles on August Derleth,
Sterling North, Aldo Leopold, Edna Ferber, Hamlin Garland, Zona Gale, Glenway
Wescott, Robert Bloch and Clifford Simak. I am also the current President of
the August Derleth Society. I would be happy to insert any information about
the Ella Wheeler Wilcox Society that you wish to provide. BADGER BOOKS
QUARTERLY can be found at www.badgerbooks.com. The deadline for the article
is April 15th--Tax Day! Also, if possible, I would greatly appreciate any
photos of Ella to accompany the article.
Looking forward to hearing from you.
Yours Sincerely,
James P. Roberts
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Good to see renewed interest in Ella and her works.
I will check out the Badger Books Quarterly issue when it is published
and post the article here on the mail list. I referred him to the Ella
pages and this mailing list as information to give to his readers. It is
a very narrow publication, but one that will be interesting to read and
maybe we'll even get some new members from the publicity.
Rich
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Kevin,
Thanks for identifying these poems. It will be interesting to hear from
that person again whether after checking the handwriting they feel it is
Ella's or not.
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Dear Rich,
Odd that I would happen to have read this poem just before bed
last night. It is a classic.
"Richard A. Edwards" wrote:
>
> The Birth Of The Opal
>
> The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam,
> And followed her low and high;
> But the Moonbeam fled and hid her head--
> She was so shy, so shy.
>
> The Sunbeam wooed with passion,
> Ah! he was a lover bold;
> And his heart was afire with mad desire
> For the Moonbeam, pale and cold.
>
> She fled like a dream before him,
> Her hair was a shining sheen;
> And, oh, that Fate would annihilate
> The space that lay between!
>
> Just as the Day lay panting
> In the arms of the Twilight dim,
> The Sunbeam caught the one he sought
> And drew her close to him.
>
> But out of his warm arms startled,
> And stirred by love's first shock,
> She sprang afraid, like a trembling maid,
> And hid in the niche of a rock.
>
> The Sunbeam followed and found her,
> And led her to love's own feast,
> And they were wed on that rocky bed,
> And the dying Day was their priest.
>
> And, lo! the beautiful Opal,
> That rare and wondrous gem,
> Where the Moon and Sun blend into one,
> Is the child that was born to them.
>
> How Salvator won & other recitations. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
> New York City: N.Y.: E.S. Werner, 1891.
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Dear Rich,
These two poems are legitimate Ella Wheeler Wilcox. "A
Married Couquette" appears in Kingdom of Love and other Poems and in
several other books too, including How Salvatore Won. The other one is
a little bit of a mystery maybe. Your query calls it "The Sinners." In
fact, I suspect the real title is really "Two Sinners," which appeared
in Poems of Pleasure. "Two Sinners" begins with these lines: "There was
a man, it was said one time,/Who went astray in his youthful prime./Can
the brain keep cool and the heart keep quiet/When the blood is a river
that's running riot?/" Hope this is helpful, if somebody else hasn't
already replied to the question. Both of these poems are scattered
throughout Ella's many books, depending on which collections the person
may own.
Kevin Gave
"Richard A. Edwards" wrote:
>
> I recently received the following email query.
>
> "Hi,
> I have a 1883 copywrite of "Poems of Passion" . There are hand written
> poems at the back of this book signed by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Can you
> provide me with a sample of her handwriting to determine if she inscribed
> the two poems at the back of this book. They are titled "A Married
> Coquette" and "The Sinners"."
>
> I gave her the web page where I have scanned a page of a letter provided
> to me by Charlotte Hanson and her signature which is now on the main web
> page.
>
> But in looking at the poem index (which admittedly does not have but a
> fraction of Ella's poems), I could not find either of the two titles
> above. Does anyone know if these are indeed Ella's poems and if so, what
> work they appear in?
>
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The Birth Of The Opal
The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam,
And followed her low and high;
But the Moonbeam fled and hid her head--
She was so shy, so shy.
The Sunbeam wooed with passion,
Ah! he was a lover bold;
And his heart was afire with mad desire
For the Moonbeam, pale and cold.
She fled like a dream before him,
Her hair was a shining sheen;
And, oh, that Fate would annihilate
The space that lay between!
Just as the Day lay panting
In the arms of the Twilight dim,
The Sunbeam caught the one he sought
And drew her close to him.
But out of his warm arms startled,
And stirred by love's first shock,
She sprang afraid, like a trembling maid,
And hid in the niche of a rock.
The Sunbeam followed and found her,
And led her to love's own feast,
And they were wed on that rocky bed,
And the dying Day was their priest.
And, lo! the beautiful Opal,
That rare and wondrous gem,
Where the Moon and Sun blend into one,
Is the child that was born to them.
How Salvator won & other recitations. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York City: N.Y.: E.S. Werner, 1891.
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I recently received the following email query.
"Hi,
I have a 1883 copywrite of "Poems of Passion" . There are hand written
poems at the back of this book signed by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Can you
provide me with a sample of her handwriting to determine if she inscribed
the two poems at the back of this book. They are titled "A Married
Coquette" and "The Sinners"."
I gave her the web page where I have scanned a page of a letter provided
to me by Charlotte Hanson and her signature which is now on the main web
page.
But in looking at the poem index (which admittedly does not have but a
fraction of Ella's poems), I could not find either of the two titles
above. Does anyone know if these are indeed Ella's poems and if so, what
work they appear in?
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To Ella's gang
This poem is taken from " Poems of Sentiment "
It is one of my favourites . I asked Richard how she came to have
such a deep understanding of life. Apparantly she had a happy life
except for the loss at birth of her only child .
Johann Sebastian Bach was similaly placed and yet composed the
most beautiful music.
It seems to me though that most of the famous poets/composers/artists
have lived on the edge and needed to go within to express themselves .
I wonder whether we know the true Ella?
Roger
THE LAW
The sun may be clouded, but ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till its cycle is run,
And when into chaos the systems are hurled,
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.
Your life may be clouded, uncertain your goal;
Move on, for the orbit is fixed for your soul.
And though it may lead into darkness of night,
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.
You were, and you will be : know this while you are,
Your spirit has travelled both long and afar.
It came from the Source, to the Source it returns;
The spark that was lighted, eternally burns.
It slept in the jewel, it leapt from the wave,
It roamed in the forest, it rose from the grave,
It took on strange garbs for long aeons of years,
And now in the soul of yourself it appears.
From body to body your spirit speeds on ;
It seeks a new form when the old one is gone ;
And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the mind, with the fibre of thought.
As dew is drawn up, in rain to descend,
Your thoughts drift away and in destiny blend.
You can not escape them ; or petty, or great,
Or evil, or noble, they fashion your fate.
Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow
Your life will reflect all the thoughts of your now.
The law is unerring ; no blood can atone ;
The structure you rear you must live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace.
And all you that you ask for, and all you desire,
Will come at your bidding, as flames out of fire.
Once list to that voice and all tumult is done,
Your life is the life of the Infinite One ;
In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause,
With love for the purpose and love for the cause.
You are your own devil, you are your own God,
You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod ;
And no one can save you from error or sin,
Until you shall hark to the spirit within.
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Does anyone have an estimate (or even a guesstimate) of how many poems
Ella wrote in her lifetime? The Web Site already has over 500 and I feel
like I've barely started!
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One of the benefits of the new mailing list is that I've been in closer
contact with some real Ella researchers out there and new information is
being shared.
Recently Lori DeCarlo sent me some information about her finds among
Ella's papers at Yale and Radcliffe. Among these were several poems
including "If He Were Here", "Art Thou Alive?", "When You Were Close" and
"The Lady and the Dame". These poems from unpublished notes have been
added to the Ella Web Pages at
http://192.211.16.13/individuals/edwardsr/ella/pindex.htm
Many thanks to Lori for sending them so we can all read them. Everyone is
encouraged to send me any poems not already on the web pages.
joyfully,
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In hopes of encouraging others to post poems here as well as announce the
progress of the Ella Pages, I have decided to start posting a "Poem of
the Week" from those newly added to the collection on the web pages.
I have recently started adding poems from The Englishman and other poems
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, London : Gay and Hancock, Ltd., 1912. Here then
is one of them.
THE TRUTH TELLER
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain,
And shows us the people's plight;
And everything seems uncertain,
And nothing at all looks right.
Yet out of the blackness groping,
My heart finds a world in bloom;
For it somehow is fashioned for hoping,
And it cannot live in the gloom.
He tells us from border to border,
That race is warring with race;
With riot and mad disorder,
The earth is a wretched place;
And yet ere the sun is setting
I am thinking of peace, not strife;
For my heart has a way of forgetting
All things save the joy of life.
I heard in my Youth's beginning
That earth was a region of woe,
And trouble, and sorrow, and sinning:
The Truth Teller told me so.
I knew it was true, and tragic;
And I mourned over much that was wrong;
And then, by some curious magic,
The heart of me burst into song.
The years have been going, going,
A mixture of pleasure and pain;
But the Truth Teller's books are showing
That evil is on the gain.
And I know that I ought to be grieving,
And I should be too sad to sing;
But somehow I keep on believing
That life is a glorious thing.
The Englishman and other poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
London : Gay and Hancock, Ltd., 1912.
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Welcome to the new members who have recently joined us. The mailing
list really has grown in just the few days it's existed.
Anyone who wishes to read past messages can do so using a web browser
and going to http://www.egroups.com/list/ellawheelerwilcox/
So far Andrea and I have posted some of our favorite poems. Hopefully you
will all take a moment to send an email to us all at
ellawheelerwilcox@egroups.com with your favorite poems or other Ella
information.
joyfully,
Rich Edwards
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Hi Ella's gang
Wow, tripled overnight (does that make about nine of us??) If I
may....here is my second fave poem... at least at this time...I
confess, I've not read all of them!
Richard sent me this one after I had written a short story about Jack
Frost and a lady named Rose who "bewitches" him.....it was like Ella
and I shared a neuron there for a moment.
Andrea
Fatal Impress
A FATAL IMPRESS
A little leaf just in the forest's edge,
All summer long, had listened to the wooing
Of amorous birds that flew across the hedge,
Singing their blithe sweet songs for her undoing.
So many were the flattering things they told her,
The parent tree seemed quite too small to hold her.
At last one lonesome day she saw them fly
Across the fields behind the coquette summer,
They passed her with a laughing light good-bye,
When from the north, there strode a strange new comer;
Bold was his mien, as he gazed on her, crying,
"How comes it, then, that thou art left here sighing!
"Now by my faith thou art a lovely leaf---
May I not kiss that cheek so fair and tender?"
Her slighted heart welled full of bitter grief,
The rudeness of his words did not offend her,
She felt so sad, so desolate, so deserted,
Oh, if her lonely fate might be averted.
"One little kiss," he sighed, "I ask no more---"
His face was cold, his lips too pale for passion.
She smiled assent; and then bold Frost leaned lower,
And clasped her close, and kissed in lover's fashion.
Her smooth cheek flushed to sudden guilty splendour,
Another kiss, and then complete surrender.
Just for a day she was a beauteous sight,
The world looked on to pity and admire
This modest little leaf, that in a night
Had seemed to set the forest all on fire.
And then---this victim of a broken trust,
A withered thing, was trodden in the dust.
Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.
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Greetings!
Our membership has tripled overnight and for the benefit of those new
members I thought I'd mention that old postings and group information is
available via the web at http://www.egroups.com/list/ellawheelerwilcox/
Also there you can invite others to join by putting their email in a form
or send your friends a note saying they can subscribe by sending an email
to ellawheelerwilcox-subscribe@egroups.com
Also, Andrea Chavez has started us off posting our favorite Ella poems.
Yesterday she posted The Frost Fairy and I posted Ad Finem. I hope that
everyone posts a favorite poem in way of introduction.
In celebration of the new mailing list, I decided to put some effort into
continuing to add new poems to the web and so have added over thirty more
poems from her book for children _The Beautiful Land of Nod_.
You can scan the table of contents of the book and link directly to the
poems from http://192.211.16.13/individuals/edwardsr/ella/books/nod.htm
The poems have also been added to the main poetry index at
http://192.211.16.13/individuals/edwardsr/ella/pindex.htm where you can
find the full text of over 500 Ella poems available. If you wish to post
one of your favorites, you can probably copy it from here rather than
retyping it. Or if your favorite isn't here and you wish to type it to
send as email, I will copy it onto our web pages and add it to the index.
joyfully,
Rich
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Hi again
I think my favorite Ella poem, just off the top of my head is The
Frost Fairy. Thanks Richard....it is still my fave
Andrea
THE FROST FAIRY
All day the trees were moaning,
For the leaves that they had lost.
All day they creaked, and trembled,
And the naked branches tossed,
And shivered in the north wind,
As he hurried up and down,
Over hill tops, bleak and cheerless,
Over meadows, bare and brown.
"Oh, my green and tender leaflets!
Oh, my fair buds, lost, and gone!"
So they moaned through all the day-time,
So they groaned, till night came on.
And the hoar-frost lurked, and listened,
To the wailing, sad refrain.
And he whispered, "Wait, be patient;
I will cover you again.
"I will clothe you in new garments:
I will deck you, ere the light,
In a sheen of spotless glory,
In a robe of purest white.
You shall wear the matchless mantle
That the good frost-fairy weaves."
And the bare trees listened, wondered--
And forgot their fallen leaves.
And the quaint and silent fairy,
Backward, forward, through the gloom,
Wove the matchless, glittering mantle;
Spun the frost-thread, on her loom.
And the bare trees talked together--
Talked in whispers, soft, and low,
While the good and patient fairy
Moved her shuttle to and fro.
And, lo! when the sudden glory
Of the morning crept abroad,
All the trees were clothed in grandeur;
All the twiglet robed and shod
In the glittering, spotless garments,
That the sunshine decked with gems;
And the trees forgot their sorrow,
Neath their robes and diadems.
1871.
Shells by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Milwaukee:Hauser & Storey, 1873.
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As part of my research for compiling the largest bibliography of Ella's
writings, I have begun a list of magazines and journals in which her
poems and diverse articles were published.
Here is the list I have to date. Anyone who knows of her work being
published in other magazines is encouraged to contact me with the
specifics so I can add them to the bibliography.
List of magazines Ella published in:
Arena
Argosy
Bookman
Century Magazine
Chicago Evening American
Collier's National Weekly
Colored American Magazine
Cosmopolitan
Critic; an Illustrated Monthly Review of Literature, Art and Life
Current Literature
Current Opinion
Delineator
Everybody's Magazine
Forum
Good Housekeeping
Harper's Weekly
Hearst's Magazine
Ladies' Home Journal
Lippincott's Monthly Magazine
Literary Digest
Musician
National Magazine (Boston)
New England Magazine
Outing
Outlook
Overland Monthly
Papyrus
Reader Magazine
Review of Reviews
Woman's Home Companion
Thanks.
Rich
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Greetings!
Thanks to Andrea for starting us off with the first message.
She asked:
> What's your favorite Ella poem?
One of those invited to join this list has been working on a book of
favorite Ella poems for publication. Hopefully she will post the list of
titles here too.
I encourage everyone to post a favorite. If you don't want to type them
in, see if you can copy the text from my Ella poems web site at
http://192.211.16.13/individuals/edwardsr/ella/pindex.htm
And if you do find poems not listed there that you wish to send via
email, I will add them to the web pages ASAP.
Anyway, personally I have many favorites, but one of them is...
AD FINEM
On the white throat of the useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath,
I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion,
And gathered them close in a grip of death;
For why should I fan, or feed with fuel,
A love that showed me but blank despair?
So my hold was firm and my grasp was cruel--
I meant to strangle it then and there!
I thought it was dead. But with no warning,
It rose from its grave last night, and came
And stood by my bed till the early morning,
And over and over it spoke your name.
Its throat was red where my hands had held it
It burned my brow with its scorching breath
And I said, the moment my eyes beheld it,
"A love like this can know no death."
For just one kiss that your lips have given
In the lost and beautiful past to me,
I would gladly barter my hopes of Heaven
And all the bliss of Eternity.
For never a joy are the angels keeping
To lay at my feet in Paradise,
Like that of into your strong arms creeping
And looking into your love-lit eyes.
I know, in the way that sins are reckoned,
This thought is a sin of the deepest dye
But I know, too, if an angel beckoned,
Standing close by the Throne on High,
And you, adown by the gates infernal,
Should open your loving arms and smile,
I would turn my back on things supernal,
To lie on your breast a little while.
To know for an hour you were mine completely--
Mine in body and soul, my own--
I would bear unending tortures sweetly,
With not a murmur and not a moan.
A lighter sin or a lesser error
Might change through hope or fear divine
But there is no fear, and hell has no terror
To change or alter a love like mine.
Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.
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Greetings all Ella Fans (And Richard.. the Web God)
Just thought I'd start the ball rolling on the Ella list.
So, is anyone else on the list yet? Have anything to chat about.
What's your favorite Ella poem?
Andrea
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