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").
The World's Need
So many gods, so many creeds,So many paths that wind and wind,While just the art of being kind,Is all the sad world needs.
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Wish
Should some great angel say to me to-morrow,“Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start,But God will grant, in pity, for thy sorrow,Some one dear..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Winds Of Fate
One ship drives east and another drives westWith the selfsame winds that blow.Tis the set of the sailsAnd not the galesWhich tells us the way to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Wild Blue-Bells
Came a bouquet from the city,Fragrant, rich and debonair -Sweet carnation and geraniium,Heliotrope and roses rare.Down beside the crystal river,Where..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Wheel Of The Breast
Through rivers of veins on the nameless questThe tide of my life goes hurriedly sweeping,Till it reaches that curious wheel o' the breast,The human..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Way To Wonderland
Who knows the way to wonderland?Oh, I know, Oh, I know!Trotty-te-trot on mama's knee,Then over the billows of sleepy sea,Down through the straits of..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Way Of It
This is the way of it, wide world over,One is beloved, and one is the lover,One gives and the other receives.One lavishes all in a wild emotion,One..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Watcher
I think I hear the sound of horses' feetBeating upon the graveled avenue.Go to the window that looks on the street,He would not let me die alone, I..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Voice
I dreamed a Voice, of one God-authorised,Cried loudly thro’ the world, ‘Disarm! Disarm! ’And there was consernation in the camps;And men who strutted..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Valley Of Fear
In the journey of life, as we travel alongTo the mystical goal that is hidden from sight,You may stumble at times into Roadways of Wrong,Not seeing..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Universal Route
As we journey along, with a laugh and a song,We see, on youth’s flower-decked slope,Like a beacon of light, shining fair on the sight,The beautiful..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Undiscovered Country
Man has explored all countries and all lands,And made his own the secrets of each clime.Now, ere the world has fully reached its prime,The oval earth..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Unattained
A vision beauteous as the morn,With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming,Slow glided o'er a field late shornWhere walked a poet idly dreaming.He saw..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Two Ships
On the sea of life they floated,Brothers twain in manhood's pride,And the good ship 'Temperance' bore them,Safely o'er the stormy tide.Not a thought..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Two Glasses
There sat two glasses, filled to the brim,On a rich man's table, rim to rim.One was ruddy and red as blood,And one was clear as the crystal..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Two Armies
Once over the ocean in distant lands,In an age long past, were two hostile bandsTwo armies of men, both brave, both strong,And their hearts beat high..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tulip Bed At Greeley Square
You know that oasis, fresh and fairIn the city desert, as Greeley square?That bright triangle of scented bloomThat lies surrounded by grime and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tryst
Just when all hope had perished in my soul,And balked desire made havoc with my mind,My cruel Ladye suddenly grew kind,And sent those gracious words..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Truth Teller
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain,And shows us the people's plight;And everything seems uncertain,And nothing at all looks right.Yet out of the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Trio
We love but once. The great gold orb of lightFrom dawn to eventide doth cast his ray;But the full splendour of his perfect mightIs reached but once..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Traveller
Reply to Rudyard Kipling’s ‘He travels the fastest who travels alone.’Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,Though he laughs in the day time..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Traveled Man
Sometimes I wish the railroads all were torn out,The ships all sunk among the coral strands.I am so very weary, yea, so worn out,With tales of those..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Times
The times are not degenerate. Man’s faithMounts higher than of old. No crumbling creedCan take from the immortal soul the needOf that supreme..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tiger
In the still jungle of the senses layA tiger soundly sleeping, till one dayA bold young hunter chanced to come that way.'How calm,' he said, 'that..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tendril’s Faith
Under the snow in the dark and the cold,A pale little sprout was humming;Sweetly it sang, ‘neath the frozen mold,Of the beautiful days that were..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox