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").

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..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Preparation

We must not force events, but rather makeThe heart soil ready for their coming, asThe earth spreads carpets for the feet of Spring,Or, with the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Preaching Vs Practice

It is easy to sit in the sunshineAnd talk to the man in the shade;It is easy to float in a well-trimmed boat,And point out the places to wade.But..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Prayer

Lord, let us pray.Give us the open mind, O God,The mind that dares believeIn paths of thought as yet untrod;The mind that can conceiveLarge visions..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Poverty And Wealth

The stork flew over a town one day,And back of each wing an infant lay;One to a rich man’s home he brought,And one he left at a labourer’s cot.The..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Possession

That which we had we still possess,Though leaves may drop and stars may fall;No circumstance can make it lessOr take it from us, all in all.That..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Platonic

I knew it the first of the summer,I knew it the same at the end,That you and your love were plighted,But couldn’t you be my friend?Couldn’t we sit in..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Philosophy

At morn the wise man walked abroad,Proud with the learning of great fools.He laughed and said, ‘There is no God –‘Tis force creates, ‘tis reason..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ph. Best & Co.'s Lager-Beer

In every part of the thrifty town,Whether my course be up or down,In lane, and alley, and avenue,Painted in yellow, and red, and blue,This side and..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Perished

I called to the summer sun,“Come over the hills to-day!Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run,And kiss the snow-drifts and melt them away.”And the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Perfectness

All perfect things are saddening in effect.The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes,The matchless tinting on the royal roseWhose velvet leaf by..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Penalty

Because of the fullness of what I had,All that I have seems poor and vain.If I had not been happy, I were not sad--Tho' my salt is savorless, why..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Peek-A-Boo

The cunningest thing that a baby can doIs the very first time it plays peek-a-boo;When it hides its pink little face in its hands,And crows, and..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Passing The Buck

Whatever the task that comes your way,Just take it as part of your luck.Look it right square in the eyes, and say,'This ismytask, I'll do it..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Pardoned Out

I’m pardoned out. Again the starsShine on me with their myriad eyes.So long I’ve peered ‘twixt iron bars,I’m awed by this expanse of skies.The world..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Pain's Proof

I think men's great capacity for painProves his immortal birthright. I am sureNo merely human mind could bear the strainOf some tremendous sorrows we..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Over The Water

Think of it, think of it over the waterThousands of men to-day march on to death,Think how the sun shines on fields red with slaughterHow the air..

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Over The May Hill

All through the night time, and all through the day time,Dreading the morning and dreading the night,Nearer and nearer we drift to the May timeSeason..

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Over The Banisters

Over the banisters bends a face,Daringly sweet and beguiling.Somebody stands in careless grace,And watches the picture, smiling.The light burns dim..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Over The Alley

Here in my office I sit and writeHour on hour, and day on day,With no one to speak to from morn till night,Though I have a neighbour just over the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox