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 Temperance Army

Though you see no banded army,Though you hear no cannons rattle,We are in a mighty contest,We are fighting a great battle.We are few, but we are..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Tavern Of Last Times

At Box Hill, SurreyA modern hour from London (as we spinInto a silver thread the miles of spaceBetween us and our goal), there is a placeApart from..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Swan Of Dijon

I was in Dijon when the war's wild blastWas at its loudest; when there was no soundFrom dawn to dawn, save soldiers marching past,Or rattle of their..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Summons

Some day, when the golden gloryOf June is over the earth,And the birds are singing togetherIn a wild, mad strain of mirth;When the skies are as clear..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Summer Girl

She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,With her eyes inviting glances..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Suicide

Last was the wealth I carried in life's packYouth, health, ambition, hope and trust but TimeAnd Fate, those robbers fit for any crimeStole all, and..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Story Of Grumble Tone

There was a boy named Grumble Tone, who ran away to sea.'I'm sick of things on land,' he said, 'as sick as I can be,A life upon the bounding wave is..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Story

They met each other in the glade –She lifted up her eyes;Alack the day! Alack the maid!She blushed in swift surprise.Alas! Alas! the woe that comes..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Stevedores

We are the army stevedores, lusty and virile and strong,We are given the hardest work of the war, and the hours are long.We handle the heavy boxes..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Squanderer

God gave him passions, splendid as the sun,Meant for the lordliest purposes; a partOf nature's full and fertile mother heart,From which new systems..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Spirit Of Great Joan

Back of each soldier who fights for France,Aye, back of each woman and manWho toils and prays through these long tense days.Is the spirit of Great..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Speech Of Silence

The solemn Sea of Silence lies between us;I know thou livest, and them lovest me,And yet I wish some white ship would come sailingAcross the ocean..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Soul's Farewell to the Bod

So we must part forever; and althoughI long have beat my wings and cried to go,Free from your narrow limiting control,Forth into space, the true home..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Song Of The Sandwich

Wemet at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, mute cry,As you elbowed your way through the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Song Of The Allies

We are the Allies of God to-day,And the width of the earth is our right of way.Let no man question or ask us why,As we speed to answer a wild world..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Signboard

I will paint you a sign, rumseller,And hang it above your door;A truer and better signboardThan ever you had before.I will paint with the skill of a..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Same Old Strain

Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,A maxim I long have believed in, is true.Each day I grow firmer in this, my belief,Strong drink causes half..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Saddest Hour

The saddest hour of anguish and of lossIs not that season of supreme despairWhen we can find no least light anywhereTo gild the dread, black shadow..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Room Beneath The Rafters

Sometimes when I have dropped asleep,Draped in soft luxurious gloom,Across my drowsy mind will creepThe memory of another room,Where resinous knots..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The River Of Sleep

There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,Curious isles without number.We'll visit them all as we leisurely creepDown the winding stream whose..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The River

I am a river flowing from God’s seaThrough devious ways. He mapped my course for me;I cannot change it; mine alone the toilTo keep the waters free..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Rape Of The Mist

High o’er the clouds a Sunbeam shone,And far down under him,With a subtle grace that was all her own,The Mist gleamed, fair and dim.He looked at her..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Rainbow Of Promise

In the face of the sun are great thunderbolts hurled,And the storm-clouds have shut out its light;But a Rainbow of Promise now shines on the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Question

Beside us in our seeking after pleasures,Through all our restless striving after fame,Thorough all our search for worldly gains and treasuresThere..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Princess's Finger-Nail: A Tale Of Nonsense Land

All through the Castle of High-bred Ease,Where the chief employment was do-as-you-please,Spread consternation and wild despair.The queen was wringing..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox