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").
How Does Love Speak?
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,And in the pallor that succeeds it; byThe quivering lid of an averted eye -The smile that proves the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
His Youth
Dying? I am not dying. Are you mad?You think I need to ask for heavenly grace?\I\ think \you\ are a fiend, who would be gladTo see me struggle in..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
High Noon
Time’s finger on the dial of my lifePoints to high noon! And yet the half-spent dayLeaves less than half remaining, for the dark,Bleak shadows of the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Here And Now
HERE AND NOW.Here, in the heart of the world,Here, in the noise and the din,Here, where our spirits were hurledTo battle with sorrow and sin,This is..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Her Last Letter
Sitting alone by the window,Watching the moonlit street,Bending my head to listenTo the well-known sound of your feet,I have been wondering..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
He That Hath Ears
'He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.'-St. John the Divine.The Spirit says unto the churches,'Ere ever the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Haunted
What are these nameless mysteries,These subtleties of life and death,That bring before our spirit eyesThe loved and lost; or, like a breathOf..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Guilo
Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone.Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow?The sunshine is to-day's, although it shoneOn yesterday..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Guerdon
Upon the white cheek of the Cherub YearI saw a tear.Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrowSo soon a sorrow.Just then the sunlight fell with..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Growing Old
Little by little the year grows old,The red leaves drop from the maple boughs;The sun grows dim, and the winds blow cold,Down from the distant arctic..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Greeting Poem
There was a sound in the wind to-day,Like a joyous cymbal ringing!And the leaves of the trees talked with the breeze,And they altogether were..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Grandpa's Christmas
In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays of the red..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Gracia
Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her,My Gracia, who hath so deserted me.Thou art my friend, but if thou dost defame herI shall not..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Good-By To The Cradle
GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle,The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside:No more to its motion, o'er Sleep's fairy ocean,Our..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Good Templars' Song
AIR-'O SUSANNAH!'Ye soldiers in the temperance cause,Our work is but begun.Oh! sit not down in idlenessAnd think the field is won.Our lambs are..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Going Away
Walking to-day on the Common,I heard a stranger sayTo a friend who was standing near him,'Do you know I am going away? 'I had never seen their..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
God's Work
To J. J. H., Of KentuckyGathering brands from the burning,Plucking them out of the fire,Lifting the sheep that have wandered,Out of the dust and the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
God Rules Alway
Into the world's most high and holy placesMen carry selfishness, and graft and greed.The air is rent with warring of the races;Loud Dogmas drown a..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Go Plant A Tree
God, what a joy it is to plant a tree,And from the sallow earth to watch it rise,Lifting its emerald branches to the skiesIn silent adoration; and to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ghosts
There are ghosts in the room.As I sit here alone, from the dark corners thereThey come out of the gloom,And they stand at my side and they lean on my..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
From The Grave
When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,Out of the grave of a dead Past calling,A voice..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Friendship After Love
After the fierce midsummer all ablazeHas burned itself to ashes, and expiresIn the intensity of its own fires,There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Friendship
Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be provingThy strong regard for me,Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving;Let thy faith speak for..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Freedom
I care not who were vicious back of me,No shadow of their sins on me is shed.My will is greater than heredity.I am no worm to feed upon the dead.My..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Forward
Let me look always forward. Never back.Was I not formed for progress? OtherwiseWith onward pointing feet and searching eyesWould God have set me..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox