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").

Slain

Hollow a grave where the willows wave,And lay him under the grasses,Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from the seas,And murmurs a chant as it..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sing To Me

Sing to me! Something of sunlight and bloom,I am so compassed with sorrow and gloom,I am so sick with the world’s noisse and strife, -Sing of the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sign-Board

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

Show Me The Way

Show me the way that leads to the true life.I do not care what tempests may assail me,I shall be given courage for the strife;I know my strength will..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Shovel And Tongs

The Poker proposed to the shovelThat they should be man and wife,'I think,' said he, 'that we could agreeAs we journey along through life.'The Shovel..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Settle The Question Right

However the battle is ended,Though proudly the victor comes,With flaunting flags and neighing nagsAnd echoing roll of drums;Still truth proclaims..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sestina

I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth,And searched for Pleasure. On a distant heightFame's silhouette stood sharp against the skies.Beyond..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Seeking For Happiness

Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;The road leads not down avenues of haste;But often gently winds through by ways lowly,Whose hidden pleasures..

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Searching

These quiet Autumn days,My soul, like Noah's dove, on airy wingsGoes out and searches for the hidden thingsBeyond the hills of haze.With mournful..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Science

Alone I climb the steep ascending pathWhich leads to knowledge. In the babbling throngsThat hurry after, shouting to the worldSmall fragments of..

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Robin's Mistake

What do you think Red RobinFound by a mow of hay?Why, a flask brimful of liquor,That the mowers brought that dayTo slake their thirst in the..

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River And Sea

Under the light of the silver moonWe two sat, when our hearts were young;The night was warm with the breath of June,And loud from the meadow the..

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Rich And Poor

By the castle-gate my lady stands,Viewing broad acres and spreading lands.Hill and valley and mead and plainAre all her own, with their wealth of..

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Reunited

Let us begin, dear love, where we left off;Tie up the broken threads of that old dream;And go on happy as before; and seemLovers again, though all..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Response

I said this morning, as I leaned and threwMy shutters open to the Spring's surprise,'Tell me, O Earth, how is it that in youYear after year the same..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Resolve

Build on resolve, and not upon regret,The structure of thy future. Do not gropeAmong the shadows of old sins, but letThine own soul’s light shine on..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Regret

There is a haunting phantom called Regret,A shadowy creature robed somewhat like woe,But fairer in the face, whom all men knowBy her said mien, and..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Refuted

‘Anticipation is sweeter than realisation.’It may be, yet I have not found it so.In those first golden dreams of future fameI did not find such..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Recompense

Straight through my heart this fact to-day,By Truth’s own hand is driven:God never takes one thing away,But something else is given.I did not know in..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Realisation

Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot;Or so the unperceiving thought,Who looked no deeper than her face,Devoid of chiselled lines of grace –No farther than..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Rangoon

ust a changing sea of colourSurging up and flowing down;And pagodas shining golden, night and noon;And a sun-burst-tinted throngOf young priests that..

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Queries

Well, how has it been with you since we metThat last strange time of a hundred times?When we met to swear that we could forget—I your caresses, and..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Protest

To sin by silence, when we should protest,Makes cowards out of men. The human raceHas climbed on protest. Had no voice been raisedAgainst injustice..

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Progress

Let there be many windows to your soul,That all the glory of the universeMay beautify it. Not the narrow paneOf one poor creed can catch the radiant..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Presumption

Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder -I check myself, and say, 'That mighty OneWho made the solar system cannot blunder -And for the best all..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox