My Vision

My Vision by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

"My Vision" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox is a lyric poem in five stanzas that centers on the speaker's recurring mental image of her mother, which persists across every circumstance of her adult life away from home. The poem opens by establishing the universality of this vision: regardless of where the speaker's feet carry her or what hour it is, the coming of evening reliably summons the same tender picture. She sees her mother in a familiar domestic setting—seated in her easy chair, rocking gently, her knitting needles singing their quiet rhythm—her thoughts fixed on the face of her absent child. In the second stanza, the speaker grounds the poem in an immediate, concrete moment: she is in a city, surrounded by its noise, physically writing the poem itself. Yet her imagination travels more than a hundred miles through winter snow to that "dear little cozy cottage," and to the room where her mother continues to rock and knit in the lamplight, her thoughts still directed toward her daughter. The third stanza introduces contrast between the speaker's social world and her mother's stillness. Even in the midst of dancing—when her feet are moving to music and her heart is high with youthful pleasure—her spirit slips free of the glitter and the whirl and returns to that quiet figure. Significantly, the mother still thinks of her as her "little girl," underscoring the permanence and tenderness of maternal love regardless of the daughter's age or distance. The fourth stanza introduces a moral and emotional dimension. When the speaker receives flattery and listens to whispered words she knows may not be sincere, she measures them against the image of her mother. That single smile in her mother's eyes outweighs all the empty praise of the social world. The vision functions here as a standard of authenticity, reminding the speaker what genuine, disinterested love looks like. The final stanza draws the poem's central moral explicitly. The speaker declares that she can never truly wander from the path of right, despite the snares laid for a woman in seemingly bright and attractive places. The vision of her mother—rocking, knitting, and praying—is her constant guardian. It is not merely a sentimental memory but an active moral force, a presence that travels with her and preserves her integrity wherever she goes. The poem is characteristic of Wilcox's accessible, emotionally direct verse. Its structure is simple and repetitive by design: the image of the rocking, knitting mother recurs with small variations in each stanza, mimicking the very rhythm of the rocking chair itself. The repetition is the point—this is a vision that does not fade or vary, that reasserts itself in joy and temptation alike. The domestic and the moral are inseparable here; the mother's needlework becomes a metaphor for the fabric of ethical life that she has woven for her daughter and that continues to hold, even at a distance of a hundred miles of snow.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox · First published 1905 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Sentimental Poetry, Victorian Poetry · 396 words

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Wherever my feet may wander / Wherever I chance to be, / There comes, with the coming of even' time / A vision sweet to me. / I see my mother sitting / In the old familiar place, / And she rocks to the tune her needles sing, / And thinks of an absent face.

I can hear the roar of the city / About me now as I write; / But over an hundred miles of snow / My thought-steeds fly to-night, / To the dear little cozy cottage, / And the room where mother sits, / And slowly rocks in her easy chair / And thinks of me as she knits.

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