Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Will

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,Can circumvent or hinder or controlThe firm resolve of a determined soul.Gifts count for nothing; will alone..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Wild Oats

I saw a fair youth, with a brow broad and white,And an eye that was beaming with intellect's light:And his face seemed to glow with the wealth of his..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Widows

The world was widowed by the death of Christ:Vainly its suffering soul for peace has soughtAnd found it not.For nothing, nothing, nothing has..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Why The Spring Is Late

To Miss Eva Russell.The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak and unlovely,No thrush sits and..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Why The Daisies Are Not All White

Uncle Rob says:Once the daisies all were white,Till a baby fellowAte his supper down one night,And stained his face all yellow.Smeared with butter..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Who Is A Christian?

Who is a Christian in this Christian landOf many churches and of lofty spires?Not he who sits in soft upholstered pewsBought by the profits of unholy..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Which Are You?

There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.Not the sinner and saint, for it's well understood,The good..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Wherefore

Wherefore in dreams are sorrows born anew,A healed wound opened, or the past revived?Last night in my deep sleep I dreamed of you –Again the old love..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Where Are The Temperance People? In Reply To A Query

Where are the temperance people?Well, scattered here and there:Some gathering in their produceTo show at the autumn fair;Some threshing wheat for..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When You Go Away

When you go away, my friend,When you say your last good-bye,Then the summer time will end,And the winter will be nigh.Though the green grass decks..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When Love Is Lost

When love is lost, the day sets towards the night,Albeit the morning sun may still be bright,And not one cloud-ship sails across the sky.Yet from the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When I Am Dead

When I am dead, if some chastened oneSeeing the 'item, ' or hearing it saidThat my play is over and my part doneAnd I lie asleep in my narrow bed -If..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When

I dwell in the western inland,Afar from the sounding sea,But I seem to hear it sobbingAnd calling aloud to me,And my heart cries out for the oceanAs..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Whatever Is - Is Best

I know as my life grows older,And mine eyes have clearer sight,That under each rank of wrong, somewhereThere lies the root of right;That each sorrow..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Would It Be?

Now what were the words of Jesus,And what would He pause and say,If we were to meet in home or street,The Lord of the world to-day?Oh, I think He..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What We Want

We have scores of temperance men,Bold and earnest, brave and true,Fighting with the tongue and pen,And we value what they do.But, my friends,To gain..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Uncle Rob Says

Uncle Rob says,That once on a time the fire fliesWere stars with the others up in the skies.They used to shimmer, and dance and play,Night after..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Shall We Do?

Here now, for evermore, our lives must part.My path leads there, and yours another way.What shall we do with this fond love, dear heart?It grows a..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Is Flirtation?

What is flirtation? Really,How can I tell you that?But when she smiles I see its wiles,And when he lifts his hat.'Tis walking in the moonlight,'Tis..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What I Have Seen #5

I saw a Christian, a temperance man,Casting his ballot one day at the polls:One who believes he does what he canToward the reclaiming and saving of..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What I Have Seen #4

I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;He had climbed the steep pathway, and cut his way throughTo the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What I Have Seen #3

I saw two youths: both were fair in the face,They had set out foot to foot in life's race;But one said to the other, 'I say now, my brother,You are..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What I Have Seen #2

I saw a maid with her chivalrous lover:He was both tender and true;He kissed her lips, vowing over and over,'Darling, I worship you.'Sing, sing, bird..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What I Have Seen #1

I saw a mother give wine to her boyThe rain-drops fall and fall:The pride of his parents, a household joy,A mother's blessing, her all.I saw the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Had He Done?

I saw the farmer, when the day was done,And the proud sun had sought his crimson bed,And the mild stars came forward one by oneI saw the sturdy..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox