Wilcox also highlights how love transforms us. It softens pride, makes us humble, and allows us to see the world in a new, more beautiful light. Love’s presence is undeniable, shining through tender touches, meaningful looks, and moments of passion that blend joy and pain. In every expression, love proves itself to be one of life’s most powerful forces, reminding us that its language is universal and timeless.
Love's Language
Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox PoemsHow does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye -
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh -
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barques, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force -
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek -
The sudden silence and reserve when near -
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear -
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its god-like guest -
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek -
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendour,
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one beloved face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble -
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed to silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss -
Thus doth Love speak.
Short Love Poems
Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s poem In Faith is a heartfelt expression of enduring love and longing. It tells the story of a romance filled with sweet moments under starry skies and the warmth of shared affection. The poet recalls the bliss of love's early days, where even the moon and roses seemed to witness their joy. But as time passes, the beloved drifts away, chasing new affections in another place. Despite this, the poet remains steadfast, holding on to the love they shared and waiting for their return.
Through the seasons and years, the poet's faith in love does not waver. Even as the world changes and new faces captivate the beloved, the poet believes that true love will eventually lead them back. The poem beautifully captures the pain of separation, the hope of reunion, and the unwavering devotion that remains constant like the polar star. It is a touching reminder that true love, once found, holds a power that transcends time and distance.
In Faith
Poet: Ella Wheeler WilcoxWhen the soft sweet wind o' the south went by,
I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye;
And out where the robin sang his song,
We lived and loved, while the days were long.
In the sweet, sweet eves, when the moon swung high,
We wandered under the starry sky;
Or sat in the porch, and the moon looked through
The latticed wall, where the roses grew.
My lips, that had known no lover's kiss,
You taught the art, till they thrilled in bliss;
And the moon, and the stars, and the roses knew
That the heart you won was pure and true.
But true hearts weary men, maybe,
For you grew weary of love, and me.
Over the porch the dead vines hang,
And a mourning dove sobs where the robin sang.
In a warmer clime does another sigh
Under the light of your dark brown eye?
Did you follow the soft sweet wind o' the south,
And are you kissing a redder mouth?
Lips may be redder, and eyes more bright;
The face may be fairer you see to-night;
But never, love, while the stars shall shine,
Will you find a heart that is truer than mine.
Sometime, perhaps, when south winds blow,
You will think of a love you used to know;
Sometime, perhaps, when a robin sings,
Your heart will go back to olden things.
Sometime you will weary of this world's arts,
Of deceit and change and hollow hearts,
And, wearying, sigh for the "used to be,"
And your feet will turn to the porch, and me.
I shall watch for you here when days grow long;
I shall list for your step through the robin's song;
I shall sit in the porch where the moon looks through,
And a vacant chair will wait - for you.
You may stray, and forget, and rove afar,
But my changeless love, like the polar star,
Will draw you at length o'er land and sea -
And I know you will yet come back to me.
The years may come, and the years may go,
But sometime again, when south winds blow,
When roses bloom, and the moon swings high,
I shall live in the light of your dark brown eye.
True Love Poems
Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s The Way of It reflects on the bittersweet nature of love and the imbalance often found in relationships. The poem highlights how, in many cases, one person loves deeply and gives their all, while the other receives that love with less intensity or care. One is consumed by emotion, lying awake with tears, while the other takes love lightly, seemingly unaffected. This contrast captures the joys and heartbreaks that love can bring.
The poem also reveals the inevitable pain that comes with passionate love. While one soul is wholly devoted, the other may drift, remembering the world beyond the relationship. Wilcox portrays love as a force that can uplift but also wound, with heartbreak often born from deep affection. In her candid and poignant way, she reminds us that while love is beautiful, it often walks hand-in-hand with sorrow.
The Way Of It
Poet: Ella Wheeler WilcoxThis is the way of it, wide world over,
One is beloved, and one is the lover,
One gives and the other receives.
One lavishes all in a wild emotion,
One offers a smile for a life's devotion,
One hopes and the other believes,
One lies awake in the night to weep
And the other drifts off in a sweet sound sleep.
One soul is aflame with a godlike passion,
One plays with love in an idler's fashion,
One speaks and the other hears.
One sobs "I love you" and wet eyes show it,
And one laughs lightly, and says "I know it,"
With smiles for the other's tears.
One lives for the other and nothing beside,
And the other remembers the world is wide.
This is the way of it, sad earth over,
The heart that breaks is the heart of the lover,
And the other learns to forget.
"For what is the use of endless sorrow?
Though the sun goes down, it will rise to-morrow;
And life is not over yet."
Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other,
That passionate Love is Pain's own mother.
Romantic Poems
Wilcox goes on to express gratitude for the unknown poet, whose heartfelt words offered her solace and a sense of shared understanding. Even if the poet remains unrecognized or writes no other verses, they have fulfilled the true purpose of poetry—helping others bear their burdens. This touching piece is a reminder of the power of words to connect, heal, and provide strength in times of sorrow.
Only A Simple Rhyme
Poet: Ella Wheeler WilcoxOnly a simple rhyme of love and sorrow,
Where "blisses" rhymed with "kisses," "heart", with "dart."
Yet, reading it, new strength I seemed to borrow,
To live on bravely, and to do my part.
A little rhyme about a heart that’s bleeding -
Of lonely hours, and sorrow’s unrelief.
I smiled at first; but there came with the reading,
A sense of sweet companionship in grief.
The selfishness of my own woe forsaking,
I thought about the singer of that song.
Some other breast felt this same weary aching,
Another found the summer days too long.
The few sad lines, my sorrow so expressing,
I read, and on the singer, all unknown,
I breathed a fervent, though a silent, blessing,
And seemed to clasp his hand within my own.
And though fame pass him, and he never know it,
And though he never sings another strain,
He has performed the mission of the poet,
In helping some sad heart to bear its pain.
