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").
A Parent’s Love
A parent’s love is calm and deep,A promise made the soul to keep.In quiet nights and hopeful days,It shows itself in countless ways.No gift on earth..
© Parents Day
Parents, Our Guiding Light
From gentle words to caring hands,You guide our hearts, you help us stand.Through every storm, through joy and pain,Your love is steady, strong, and..
© Parents Day
The Optimist
The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wingOr note enlivened the depressing wood,A soiled and sullen, stubborn snowdrift stoodBeside the roadway...
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Old Wooden Cradle
Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradleThe rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside.No more to its motion o’er sleep’s fairy ocean,Our..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Old Moon In The New Moon's Arms
The beautiful and slender young New Moon,In trailing robes of pink and palest blue,Swept close to Venus, and breathed low: 'A boon,A precious boon, I..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Ogre Slam-The-Door
There is a certain castle that is beautiful and fair,And plants, and birds, and pretty things, fill every room and hall,But alas! for the unhappy..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Needle And Thread
The Needle and Thread one day were wed,The Thimble acted as priest,A paper of Pins, and the Scissors twinsWere among the guests at the feast.That..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Musicians
The strings of my heart were strung by Pleasure,And I laughed when the music fell on my ear,For he and Mirth played a joyful measure,And they played..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Muse And The Poet
The Muse said, Let us sing a little songWherein no hint of wrong,No echo of the great world need, or pain,Shall mar the strain.Lock fast the swinging..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Mother's Prayer
A mother kneels by the cradle,Where her little infant lies,And she sees the ghastly shadowsCreeping around his eyes.And she clasps her hands..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Messenger
She rose up in the early dawn,And white and silently she movedAbout the house. Four men had goneTo battle for the land they loved,And she, the mother..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Message
I have not the gift of vision,I have not the psychic ear,And the realms that are called ElysianI neither see nor hear;Yet oft when the shadows..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Meeting Of The Centuries
A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurledIn the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,Two Centuries meet, and sit down vis-a-vis,Across the great round..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Masquerade
Look in the eyes of trouble with a smile,Extend your hand and do not be afraid.‘Tis but a friend who comes to masquerade,And test your faith and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Maniac
I saw them sitting in the shade;The long green vines hung over,But could not hide the gold-haired maidAnd Earl, my dark-eyed lover.His arm was..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Lost Garden
There was a fair green garden slopingFrom the south-east side of the mountain-ledge;And the earliest tint of the dawn came gropingDown through its..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The London 'Bobby'
A Tribute To The Policemen Of Englands CapitalHere in my cosy corner,Before a blazing log,I’m thinking of cold LondonWrapped in its killing fog;And..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Lodge-Room
Don't bring into the lodge-roomAnger, and spite, and pride.Drop at the gate of the templeThe strife of the world outside.Forget all your cares and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Little White Hearse
Somebody’s baby was buried to-day –The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back,And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gayAs I paused..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Little Lady Of The Bullock Cart
Now is the time when India is gayWith wedding parties; and the radiant throngsSeem like a scattered rainbow taking partIn human pleasures. Dressed in..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Little Bird
The father sits in his lonely room,Outside sings a little bird.But the shadows are laden with death and gloom,And the song is all unheard.The..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Law
The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sunWill sweep on its course till the cycle is run.And when onto chaos the systems are hurled,Again shall the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Land Of The Gone-Away Souls
Oh! that is a beautiful land, I wis,The land of the Gone-away Souls.Yes, a lovelier region by far than this(Though this is a world most fair).The..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Land Of Nowhere
Do you know where the summer blooms all the year 'round,Where there never is rain on a pic-nic day?Where the thornless rose in its beauty blowsAnd..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Lady And The Dame
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the cheek so tender,And the silver..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox