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").
You Never Can Tell
You never can tell when you send a word,Like an arrow shot from a bowBy an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,Just where it may chance to go.It may..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ye Agents
These agent men! these agent men!We hear the dreaded step again,We see a stranger at the door;And brace ourselves for war once more.He bows and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Worthy The Name Of Sir Knight
ISir Knight of the world's oldest order,Sir Knight of the Army of God,You have crossed the strange mystical border,The ground floor of truth you have..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Worth While
It is easy enough to be pleasant,When life flows by like a song,But the man worth while is one who will smile,When everything goes dead wrong.For the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Worldly Wisdom
If it were in my dead Past’s powerTo let my Present baskIn some lost pleasure for an hour,This is the boon I’d ask:Re-pedestal from out the dustWhere..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Work For Woman
Woman, sitting at your ease,In the midst of luxuries,Bound by chains of selfishness,With no aim but 'how to dress,'Does the thought ne'er come to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Words From The Wind
I called to the wind of the Winter,As he sped like a steed on his way,'Oh! rest for awhile on thy journey,And answer these questions, I pray.'Who is..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Womanhood
She must be honest, both in thought and deed,Of generous impulse, and above all greed;Not seeking praise, or place, or power, or pelf,But life’s best..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Woman To Man
You do but jest, sir, and you jest not well,How could the hand be enemy of the arm,Or seed and sod be rivals! How could lightFeel jealousy of heat..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Woman And War
We women teach our little sons how wrongAnd how ignoble blows are; school and churchSupport our precepts and inoculateThe growing minds with thoughts..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Woman
Give us that grand word ‘woman’ once again,And let’s have done with ‘lady’: one’s a termFull of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm,Fit for the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Wishing -- Or Fate And I
Wise men tell me thou, O Fate,Art invincible and great.Well, I own thy prowess; stillDare I flount thee, with my will.Thou canst shatter in a spanAll..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Wishing
Do you wish the world were better?Let me tell you what to do:Set a watch for your actions,Keep them always straight and true;Rid tour mind of selfish..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Winter Rain
Falling upon the frozen world last night,I heard the slow beat of the Winter rainPoor foolish drops, down-dripping all in vain;The ice-bound Earth..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Will
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,Can circumvent or hinder or controlThe firm resolve of a determined soul.Gifts count for nothing; will alone..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Wild Oats
I saw a fair youth, with a brow broad and white,And an eye that was beaming with intellect's light:And his face seemed to glow with the wealth of his..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Widows
The world was widowed by the death of Christ:Vainly its suffering soul for peace has soughtAnd found it not.For nothing, nothing, nothing has..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Why The Spring Is Late
To Miss Eva Russell.The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak and unlovely,No thrush sits and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Why The Daisies Are Not All White
Uncle Rob says:Once the daisies all were white,Till a baby fellowAte his supper down one night,And stained his face all yellow.Smeared with butter..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Who Is A Christian?
Who is a Christian in this Christian landOf many churches and of lofty spires?Not he who sits in soft upholstered pewsBought by the profits of unholy..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Which Are You?
There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.Not the sinner and saint, for it's well understood,The good..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Wherefore
Wherefore in dreams are sorrows born anew,A healed wound opened, or the past revived?Last night in my deep sleep I dreamed of you –Again the old love..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Where Are The Temperance People? In Reply To A Query
Where are the temperance people?Well, scattered here and there:Some gathering in their produceTo show at the autumn fair;Some threshing wheat for..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
When You Go Away
When you go away, my friend,When you say your last good-bye,Then the summer time will end,And the winter will be nigh.Though the green grass decks..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
When Love Is Lost
When love is lost, the day sets towards the night,Albeit the morning sun may still be bright,And not one cloud-ship sails across the sky.Yet from the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox