Windsor Dane Co. Wis.
                Jan. 30th 76.
Arthur O Shaughnessy;
         Dear Poet and Friend:
              Your esteemed favor
of last month, mailed in
Paris was forwarded to me
in Milwaukee, came two
weeks ago.  I have been
absent from home, some
5 weeks, in Chicago and
Milwaukee, on business connected
with my forthcoming book.
    I am obliged to be 
a business woman, as well
as a poet, and I do not
like it at all. I wish

I never need think of my
books after they are written
till they are ready for me
to read in print.  I have
had all kinds of trials, with
this book, but at last
it is in Press.
     I return to Milwaukee
tomorrow to remain during
the proof reading.
     You can't begin to think
how happy your letter
made me.  I just read it
over and over, and could scarce
believe I was the happy re-
cipient of a letter penned
by the Author of those won-
derful wierd poems that
I have read with such rare
pleasure so often.
     I have been reading in
your Music and Moonlight
this evening: I read "We are
the music makers"---and was
vain enough to class myself among
the "we" and felt the truth
and beauty of it all.   We
live, I do believe, more in
one day, than many of our
readers live in all their lives.
   "Oh men it must ever be,
We live in our dreaming and singing
  A little apart from ye."

     Do you know--there is just
one reason why I do not like
to read your poems? It is
because my own seem so tame
and weak afterward.
     Oh! your poems. Thrill 
and stir me so--way down
to the depths.  They seem to 
????? utterances of
????  life of infinte aching

My thoughts of a passionate theme.
I wonder if I will ever see
you, and read them with 
you!
  I am hoping of course this
new book may make my fortune,
and if so I may go to Europe.
But I first must see more
of my own Country, which is
yet strange to me, save a few
states. I hope at all
events my book will place
me beyond the need of writing
as constantly for mercenary
motives--and then I think
I will be able to write better.
I write so much now that I
do not care to save--& that
adds nothing to my reputation
just because it will sell.
     I go back to Milwaukee
-- a distance of 100 miles--
tomorrow, and remain until
my book is "out". I enjoy
the city and its delights
much, and I fear, spend more
time than I ought at balls,
theaters, operas & c.  But one
can be young but once--and 
we women are young so short
a time, it behooves us to make
the most of the brief hour.
  I enclose a very correct
photo for you, and await yours
anxiously. I have brown hair--
with red lights in it--brown
eyes, and light complexion.
  5 feet 3, and weigh 128 lbs. 
Now don't you think you would
know me, if we met in London,
unexpectedly?
     Send me your picture
soon.  Address me
                         Ella Wheeler
                         Milwaukee
                                 Wis.
  over                          U.S.A.
I am going to find
your brother and tell
him of our acquaintance
soon. Err you receive this
I will probably have seen 
him.
       E.  W.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Transcription by Richard A. Edwards
Courtesy of Rutgers University Libraries
New Brunswick, NJ