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").

When I Am Dead

When I am dead, if some chastened oneSeeing the 'item, ' or hearing it saidThat my play is over and my part doneAnd I lie asleep in my narrow bed -If..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When

I dwell in the western inland,Afar from the sounding sea,But I seem to hear it sobbingAnd calling aloud to me,And my heart cries out for the oceanAs..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Whatever Is - Is Best

I know as my life grows older,And mine eyes have clearer sight,That under each rank of wrong, somewhereThere lies the root of right;That each sorrow..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Would It Be?

Now what were the words of Jesus,And what would He pause and say,If we were to meet in home or street,The Lord of the world to-day?Oh, I think He..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What We Want

We have scores of temperance men,Bold and earnest, brave and true,Fighting with the tongue and pen,And we value what they do.But, my friends,To gain..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Uncle Rob Says

Uncle Rob says,That once on a time the fire fliesWere stars with the others up in the skies.They used to shimmer, and dance and play,Night after..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Shall We Do?

Here now, for evermore, our lives must part.My path leads there, and yours another way.What shall we do with this fond love, dear heart?It grows a..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Is Flirtation?

What is flirtation? Really,How can I tell you that?But when she smiles I see its wiles,And when he lifts his hat.'Tis walking in the moonlight,'Tis..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What I Have Seen #5

I saw a Christian, a temperance man,Casting his ballot one day at the polls:One who believes he does what he canToward the reclaiming and saving of..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What I Have Seen #4

I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;He had climbed the steep pathway, and cut his way throughTo the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What I Have Seen #3

I saw two youths: both were fair in the face,They had set out foot to foot in life's race;But one said to the other, 'I say now, my brother,You are..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What I Have Seen #2

I saw a maid with her chivalrous lover:He was both tender and true;He kissed her lips, vowing over and over,'Darling, I worship you.'Sing, sing, bird..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What I Have Seen #1

I saw a mother give wine to her boyThe rain-drops fall and fall:The pride of his parents, a household joy,A mother's blessing, her all.I saw the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What Had He Done?

I saw the farmer, when the day was done,And the proud sun had sought his crimson bed,And the mild stars came forward one by oneI saw the sturdy..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Were I Man Grown

Were I man grown, I'd standWith clean heart, soul, and hand,An honor to this land.I would be good and true.I would notsmokeandchewAs many grown men..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Warning

High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning,Albeit the sun shone bright;Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning,‘Remembe

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Warned

They stood at the garden gate.By the lifting of a lidShe might have read her fateIn a little thing he did.He plucked a beautiful flower,Tore it away..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

War Mothers

There is something in the sound of drum and fifeThat stirs all the savage instincts into life.In the old times of peace we went our ways,Through..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

War

IThere is no picturesqueness and no glory,No halo of romance, in war to-day.It is a hideous thing; Time would turn greyWith horror, were he not..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Wanted--A Little Girl

Where have they gone to-the little girlsWith natural manners and natural curls;Who love their dollies and like their toys,And talk of something..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Voice Of The Voiceless

I am the Voice of the VoicelessThrough me the dumb shall speakTill the world's deaf ear be made to hearThe wrongs of the wordless weak.Oh shame on..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Veils

Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black,Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair,But, like a rose touched by untimely frost,Showing..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Vanity Fair

In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,As we talk of the opera after the weather,As we chat of fashion and fad and style,We know we are playing a part..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Upon The Sand

All love that has not friendship for its base,Is like a mansion built upon the sand.Though brave its walls as any in the land,And its tall turrets..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Until The Night

Over the ocean of life’s commotionWe sail till the night comes on.Sail and sail in a tiny boat,Drifting wherever the billows go.Out on the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox