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    The Kingdom Of Love: "There is no language that love does not speak"
    The Kingdom Of Love: "There is no language that love does not speak"
    The Kingdom Of Love: "There is no language that love does not speak"
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    The Kingdom Of Love: "There is no language that love does not speak"

    By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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    Born on November 5th 1850 in Johnstown, Wisconsin, Ella Wheeler was the youngest of four children. She began to write as a child and by the time she graduated was already well known as a poet throughout Wisconsin. Regarded more as a popular poet than a literary poet her most famous work ‘Solitude’ reflects on a train journey she made where giving comfort to a distressed fellow traveller she wrote how the others grief imposed itself for a time on her ‘Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep and you weep alone’. It was published in 1883 and was immensely popular. The following year, 1884, she married Robert Wilcox. They lived for a time in New York before moving to Connecticut. Their only child, a son, died shortly after birth. Here we publish one of her many poetry books, The Kingdom Of Love, that so endeared her to her audience. Ella died of breast cancer on October 30th, 1919.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateNov 12, 2013
    ISBN9781783945917
    The Kingdom Of Love: "There is no language that love does not speak"

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      The Kingdom Of Love - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

      The Kingdom of Love by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

      Poetry is a fascinating use of language.  With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries.  In this series we look at the world through the eyes and minds of our most gifted poets to bring you a unique poetic guide to their lives.  

      Born on November 5th 1850 in Johnstown, Wisconsin, Ella Wheeler was the youngest of four children.  She began to write as a child and by the time she graduated was already well known as a poet throughout Wisconsin.

      Regarded more as a popular poet than a literary poet her most famous work ‘Solitude’ reflects on a train journey she made where giving comfort to a distressed fellow traveller she wrote how the others grief imposed itself for a time on her ‘Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep and you weep alone’. It was published in 1883 and was immensely popular.

      The following year, 1884, she married Robert Wilcox.  They lived for a time in New York before moving to Connecticut.  Their only child, a son, died shortly after birth.  It was around this time they developed an interest in spiritualism which for Ella would develop further into an interest in the occult.  In later years this and works on positive thinking would occupy much of her writing.

      On Robert’s death in 1916 she spent months waiting for word from him from ‘the other side’ which never came. 

      In 1918 she published her autobiography The Worlds And I.

      Ella died of cancer on October 30th, 1919.

      Index Of Poems

      The Kingdom Of Love

      Meg's Curse

      Solitude

      The Gossips

      Platonic

      Grandpa's Christmas

      After The Engagement

      A Holiday

      False

      Two Sinners

      The Phantom Ball

      Words And Thoughts

      Wanted - A Little Girl

      The Suicide

      Now I Lay Me

      The Messenger

      A Servian Legend

      Peek-A-Boo

      The Falling Of Thrones

      Her Last Letter

      The Princess's Finger-Nail

      A Baby In The House

      The Foolish Elm

      Robin's Mistake

      New Year Resolve

      What We Want

      Breaking The Day In Two

      The Rape Of The Mist

      The Two Glasses

      The Maniac

      What Is Flirtation?

      Husband And Wife

      How Does Love Speak?

      Reincarnation

      As You Go Through Life

      How Salvator Won

      The Watcher

      How Will It Be?

      Memory's River

      Love's Way

      A Man's Last Love

      The Lady And The Dame

      Confession

      A Married Coquette

      Forbidden Speech

      The Summer Girl

      The Ghost

      The Signboard

      A Man's Repentance

      Aristarchus

      Dell And I

      About May

      Vanity Fair

      The Giddy Girl

      A Girl's Autumn Reverie

      His Youth

      Under The Sheet

      A Pin

      The Coming Man

      Ella Wheeler Wilcox – A Short Biography

      Ella Wheeler Wilcox – A Concise Bibliography

      THE KINGDOM OF LOVE

      In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth

      Reflected the sunrise above,

      I set forth with a heart full of courage and mirth

      To seek for the Kingdom of Love.

      I asked of a Poet I met on the way

      Which cross-road would lead me aright;

      And he said "Follow me, and ere long you shall see

      Its glittering turrets of light."

      And soon in the distance a city shone fair.

      Look yonder, he said; How it gleams!

      But alas! for the hopes that were doomed to despair,

      It was only the Kingdom of Dreams.

      Then the next man I asked was a gay Cavalier,

      And he said: Follow me, follow me;

      And with laughter and song we went speeding along

      By the shores of Life's beautiful sea.

      Then we came to a valley more tropical far

      Than the wonderful vale of Cashmere,

      And I saw from a bower a face like a flower

      Smile out on the gay Cavalier;

      And he said: "We have come to humanity's goal:

      Here love and delight are intense."

      But alas and alas! for the hopes of my soul

      It was only the Kingdom of Sense.

      As I journeyed more slowly I met on the road

      A coach with retainers behind;

      And they said: "Follow me, for our Lady's abode

      Belongs in that realm, you will find."

      'Twas a grand dame of fashion, a newly-made bride,

      I followed, encouraged and bold;

      But my hopes died away like the last gleams of day,

      For we came to the Kingdom of Gold.

      At the door of a cottage I asked a fair maid.

      I have heard of that realm, she replied;

      "But my feet never roam from the 'Kingdom of Home,'

      So I know not the way," and she sighed.

      I looked on the cottage; how restful it seemed!

      And the maid was as fair as a dove.

      Great light glorified my soul as I cried:

      Why, Home is the 'Kingdom of Love'!

      MEG'S CURSE

      The sun rode high in a cloudless sky

      Of a perfect summer morn.

      She stood and gazed out into the street,

      And wondered why she was born.

      On the topmost branch of a maple-tree

      That close by the window grew,

      A robin called to his mate enthralled:

      I love but you, but you, but you.

      A soft look came in her hardened face

      She had not wept for years;

      But the robin's trill, as some sounds will,

      Jarred open the door of tears.

      She thought of the old home far away;

      She heard the whr-r-r of the mill;

      She heard the turtle's wild, sweet call,

      And the wail of the whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will.

      She saw again that dusty road

      Whence he came riding down;

      She smelled once more the flower she wore

      In the breast of her simple gown.

      Out on the new-mown meadow she heard

      Two blue-jays quarrel and fret,

      And the warning cry of a Phoebe bird

      More wet, more wet, more wet.

      With a blithe Hello to the men below

      Who were spreading the new-mown hay,

      The rider drew rein at her window-pane

      How it all came back to-day!

      How young she was, and how fair she was;

      What innocence crowned her brow!

      The future seemed fair, for Love was there

      And now, and now, and now.

      In a dingy glass on the wall near by

      She gazed on her faded face.

      "Well, Meg, I declare, what a beauty you are!

      She sneered, "What an angel of grace!

      Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

      What a thing of beauty and grace!"

      She reached out her arms with a moaning sob:

      "Oh, if

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