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").
Were I Man Grown
Were I man grown, I'd standWith clean heart, soul, and hand,An honor to this land.I would be good and true.I would notsmokeandchewAs many grown men..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Warning
High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning,Albeit the sun shone bright;Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning,‘Remembe
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Warned
They stood at the garden gate.By the lifting of a lidShe might have read her fateIn a little thing he did.He plucked a beautiful flower,Tore it away..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
War Mothers
There is something in the sound of drum and fifeThat stirs all the savage instincts into life.In the old times of peace we went our ways,Through..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
War
IThere is no picturesqueness and no glory,No halo of romance, in war to-day.It is a hideous thing; Time would turn greyWith horror, were he not..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Wanted--A Little Girl
Where have they gone to-the little girlsWith natural manners and natural curls;Who love their dollies and like their toys,And talk of something..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Voice Of The Voiceless
I am the Voice of the VoicelessThrough me the dumb shall speakTill the world's deaf ear be made to hearThe wrongs of the wordless weak.Oh shame on..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Veils
Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black,Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair,But, like a rose touched by untimely frost,Showing..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Vanity Fair
In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,As we talk of the opera after the weather,As we chat of fashion and fad and style,We know we are playing a part..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Upon The Sand
All love that has not friendship for its base,Is like a mansion built upon the sand.Though brave its walls as any in the land,And its tall turrets..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Until The Night
Over the ocean of life’s commotionWe sail till the night comes on.Sail and sail in a tiny boat,Drifting wherever the billows go.Out on the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Under The Sheet
What a terrible night! Does the Night, I wonderThe Night, with her black veil down to her feetLike an ordained nun, know what lies underThat awful..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Uncontrolled
The mighty forces of mysterious spaceAre one by one subdued by lordly man.The awful lightning that for eons ranTheir devastating and untrammeled..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Unconquered
However skilled and strong art thou, my foe,However fierce is thy relentless hateThough firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, and straightThy poisoned..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Unanswered Prayers
Like some school master, kind in being stern,Who hears the children crying o’er their slatesAnd calling, “Help me master! ” yet helps not,Since in..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Two Women
I know two women, and one is chasteAnd cold as the snows on a winters waste,Stainless ever I act and thought(As a man, born dumb, in speech errs not)..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Two Sunsets
In the fair morning of his life,When his pure heart lay in his breast,Panting, with all that wild unrestTo plunge into the great world's strifeThat..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Two Sinners
There was a man, it was said one time,Who went astray in his youthful prime.Can the brain keep cool and the heart keep quietWhen the blood is a river..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Two Roses
A humble wild-rose, pink and slender,Was plucked and placed in a bright bouquet,Beside a Jacqueminot’s royal splendour,And both in my lady’s boudoir..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Two Nights
(Suggested by the lives of Napoleon and Josephine.)I.ONE night was full of rapture and delightOf reunited arms and swooning kisses,And all the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Two Loves
The woman he loved, while he dreamed of her,Danced on till the stars grew dim,But alone with her heart, from the world apartSat the woman who loved..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Twin-Born
He who possesses virtue at its best,Or greatness in the true sense of the word,Has one day started even with that herdWhose swift feet now speed, but..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Twilight Thoughts
The God of the day has vanished,The light from the hills has fled,And the hand of an unseen artistIs painting the west all red.All threaded with gold..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
True Charity
I gave a beggar from my little storeOf well-earned gold. He spent the shining oreAnd came again, and yet again, still coldAnd hungry, as before.I..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Transformation
She waited in a rose-hued room;A wanton-hearted creature she,But beautiful and bright to seeAs some great orchid just in bloom.Upon wide cushions..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox