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").
Three-Fold
Somewhere I've read a thoughtful mind's reflection:'All perfect things are three-fold'; and I knowOur love has the rare symbol of perfection;The..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Three Women
I.A dull little station, a man with the eyeOf a dreamer; a bevy of girls moving by;A swift moving train and a hot Summer sun,The curtain goes up, and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Three Women
My love is young, so young;Young is her cheek, and her throat,And life is a song to be sungWith love the word for each note.Young is her cheek and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Three Souls
Three Souls there were that reached the Heavenly Gate,And gained permission of the Guard to wait.Barred from the bliss of Paradise by sin,They did..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Three Friends
Of all the blessings which my life has known,I value most, and most praise God for three:Want, Loneliness and Pain, those comrades true,Who..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Three And One
Sometimes she seems so helpless and mild,So full of sweet unreason and so weak,So prone to some capricious whim or freak;Now gay, now tearful, and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Thought-Magnets
With each strong thought, with every earnest longingFor aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,Invisible vast forces are set throngingBetween thee..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Thou Dost Not Know
Thou dost not know it! but to hearOne word of praise from thee,There is no pain I would not bear,No task too great for me.My hands could tireless..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
They Shall Not Win
Whatever the strength of our foes is now,Whatever it may have been,This is our slogan, and this our vowThey shall not win, they shall not win.Though..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There's Work To Be Done
'Tis the song of the morning,The words of the sun,As he swings o'er the mountains:'There's work to be done:I must wake up the sleepers,And banish the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Theory And Practice
The man of God stands, on the Sabbath-day,Warning the sinners from the broad highwayThat leads to death. He rolls his pious eye,And tells how wily..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Then And Now
A little time agone, a few brief years,And there was peace within our beauteous borders;Peace, and a prosperous people, and no fearsOf war and its..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Yellow-Covered Almanac
I left the farm when mother died and changed my place of dwellingTo daughter Susie’s stylish house right on the city street:And there was them before..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Year
What can be said in New Year rhymes,That's not been said a thousand times?The new years come, the old years go,We know we dream, we dream we know.We..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The World's Need
So many gods, so many creeds,So many paths that wind and wind,While just the art of being kind,Is all the sad world needs.
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Wish
Should some great angel say to me to-morrow,“Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start,But God will grant, in pity, for thy sorrow,Some one dear..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Winds Of Fate
One ship drives east and another drives westWith the selfsame winds that blow.Tis the set of the sailsAnd not the galesWhich tells us the way to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Wild Blue-Bells
Came a bouquet from the city,Fragrant, rich and debonair -Sweet carnation and geraniium,Heliotrope and roses rare.Down beside the crystal river,Where..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Wheel Of The Breast
Through rivers of veins on the nameless questThe tide of my life goes hurriedly sweeping,Till it reaches that curious wheel o' the breast,The human..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Way To Wonderland
Who knows the way to wonderland?Oh, I know, Oh, I know!Trotty-te-trot on mama's knee,Then over the billows of sleepy sea,Down through the straits of..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Way Of It
This is the way of it, wide world over,One is beloved, and one is the lover,One gives and the other receives.One lavishes all in a wild emotion,One..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Watcher
I think I hear the sound of horses' feetBeating upon the graveled avenue.Go to the window that looks on the street,He would not let me die alone, I..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Voice
I dreamed a Voice, of one God-authorised,Cried loudly thro’ the world, ‘Disarm! Disarm! ’And there was consernation in the camps;And men who strutted..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Valley Of Fear
In the journey of life, as we travel alongTo the mystical goal that is hidden from sight,You may stumble at times into Roadways of Wrong,Not seeing..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Universal Route
As we journey along, with a laugh and a song,We see, on youth’s flower-decked slope,Like a beacon of light, shining fair on the sight,The beautiful..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox