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").

Forbidden Speech

The passion you forbade my lips to utterWill not be silenced. You must hear it inThe sullen thunders when they roll and mutter:And when the tempest..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Foes

Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dearAs valued friends. He cannot knowThe zest of life who runneth hereHis earthly race without a foe.I saw a prize..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Flowers of France

Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom,Yea, give us your lives in truth,Give us your..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Floods

In the dark night, from sweet refreshing sleepI wake to hear outside my window-paneThe uncurbed fury of the wild spring rain,And weird winds lashing..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fleeing Away

My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar,Higher and higher on soul-lent wings;But ever and often and more and moreThey are dragged down earthward..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Toes In The Morning

This little toe is hungryThis little toe is too,This toe lies abed like a sleepy head,And this toe cries 'Boo-hoo.'This toe big and tall is the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Toes At Night

This little toe is tired,This little toe needs rocking,This little toe is sleepy you know,But this little toe keeps talking,This toe big and tall is..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Fingers

This is the baby who doesn't do a thing,This is the lady who loves to wear a ring,This is their big sister, this is another,And this stout thumb is..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fishing

Maybe this is fun, sitting in the sun,With a book and parasol, as my Angler wishes,While he dips his line in the ocean brine,Under the impression..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Finis

An idle rhyme of the summer time,Sweet, and solemn, and tender;Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays,Bright with the sunset's splendour.Summer..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Father

He never made a fortune, or a noiseIn the world where men are seeking after fame;But he had a healthy brood of girls and boysWho loved the very..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fame

If I should die, to-day,To-morrow, maybe, the world would seeWould waken from sleep, and say,"Why here was talent! why here was worth!Why here was a..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

False

False! Good God, I am dreaming!No, no, it never can beYou who are so true in seeming,You, false to your vows and me?My wife and my fair boy's..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fading*

She sits beside the window. All who passTurn once again to gaze on her sweet face.She is so fair; but soon, too soon, alas,To lie down in her last..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fading

All in the beautiful Autumn weatherOne thought lingers with me and stays;Death and winter are coming together,Though both are veiled by the amber..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ernestness

The hurry of the times affects us soIn this swift rushing hour, we crowd and pressAnd thrust each other backward as we go,And do not pause to lay..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

East And West

The Day has never understood the Gloaming or the Night;Though sired by one Creative Power, and nursed at Nature's breast;The White Man ever fails to..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Earthly Pride

How baseless is the mightiest earthly pride,The diamond is but charcoal purified,The lordliest pearl that decks a monarch’s breastIs but an insect’s..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Drouth

Why do we pity those who weep? The painThat finds a ready outlet in the flowOf salt and bitter tears is blessed woe,And does not need our sympathies...

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Dream Town

Now who is ready to go with meOff and away to dream town?Oh, such a journey as that will be,All dressed in a snow white gown.No shoe or stocking..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Dorothy D.

I'm sick of 'musn'ts,' said Dorothy D.Sick of musn'ts, as I can be.From early dawn till the close of dayI hear a musn't, and never a may.It's 'you..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Don'T Tease The Lion

If you saw a lionNot within a cage,Would you tease and fret himTill he roared in rage?Would you tempt his angerAnd his savage power,Knowing he could..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Don'T Drink

Don't drink, boys, don't!There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or cheer,In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer.If they cheer you when drunk..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Does It Pay?

If one poor burdened toiler o’er life’s road,Who meets us by the way,Goes on less conscious of his galling load,Then life, indeed, does pay.If we can..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Discredited

Three million women without matesIn lonely homes on earth!And Cupid sighs at heaven's gates,Where many a spirit ego waitsIts call again to..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox