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").
The Undiscovered Country
Man has explored all countries and all lands,And made his own the secrets of each clime.Now, ere the world has fully reached its prime,The oval earth..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Unattained
A vision beauteous as the morn,With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming,Slow glided o'er a field late shornWhere walked a poet idly dreaming.He saw..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Two Ships
On the sea of life they floated,Brothers twain in manhood's pride,And the good ship 'Temperance' bore them,Safely o'er the stormy tide.Not a thought..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Two Glasses
There sat two glasses, filled to the brim,On a rich man's table, rim to rim.One was ruddy and red as blood,And one was clear as the crystal..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Two Armies
Once over the ocean in distant lands,In an age long past, were two hostile bandsTwo armies of men, both brave, both strong,And their hearts beat high..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tulip Bed At Greeley Square
You know that oasis, fresh and fairIn the city desert, as Greeley square?That bright triangle of scented bloomThat lies surrounded by grime and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tryst
Just when all hope had perished in my soul,And balked desire made havoc with my mind,My cruel Ladye suddenly grew kind,And sent those gracious words..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Truth Teller
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain,And shows us the people's plight;And everything seems uncertain,And nothing at all looks right.Yet out of the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Trio
We love but once. The great gold orb of lightFrom dawn to eventide doth cast his ray;But the full splendour of his perfect mightIs reached but once..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Traveller
Reply to Rudyard Kipling’s ‘He travels the fastest who travels alone.’Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,Though he laughs in the day time..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Traveled Man
Sometimes I wish the railroads all were torn out,The ships all sunk among the coral strands.I am so very weary, yea, so worn out,With tales of those..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Times
The times are not degenerate. Man’s faithMounts higher than of old. No crumbling creedCan take from the immortal soul the needOf that supreme..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tiger
In the still jungle of the senses layA tiger soundly sleeping, till one dayA bold young hunter chanced to come that way.'How calm,' he said, 'that..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tendril’s Faith
Under the snow in the dark and the cold,A pale little sprout was humming;Sweetly it sang, ‘neath the frozen mold,Of the beautiful days that were..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Temperance Army
Though you see no banded army,Though you hear no cannons rattle,We are in a mighty contest,We are fighting a great battle.We are few, but we are..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Tavern Of Last Times
At Box Hill, SurreyA modern hour from London (as we spinInto a silver thread the miles of spaceBetween us and our goal), there is a placeApart from..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Swan Of Dijon
I was in Dijon when the war's wild blastWas at its loudest; when there was no soundFrom dawn to dawn, save soldiers marching past,Or rattle of their..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Summons
Some day, when the golden gloryOf June is over the earth,And the birds are singing togetherIn a wild, mad strain of mirth;When the skies are as clear..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Summer Girl
She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,With her eyes inviting glances..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Suicide
Last was the wealth I carried in life's packYouth, health, ambition, hope and trust but TimeAnd Fate, those robbers fit for any crimeStole all, and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Story Of Grumble Tone
There was a boy named Grumble Tone, who ran away to sea.'I'm sick of things on land,' he said, 'as sick as I can be,A life upon the bounding wave is..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Story
They met each other in the glade –She lifted up her eyes;Alack the day! Alack the maid!She blushed in swift surprise.Alas! Alas! the woe that comes..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Stevedores
We are the army stevedores, lusty and virile and strong,We are given the hardest work of the war, and the hours are long.We handle the heavy boxes..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Squanderer
God gave him passions, splendid as the sun,Meant for the lordliest purposes; a partOf nature's full and fertile mother heart,From which new systems..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Spirit Of Great Joan
Back of each soldier who fights for France,Aye, back of each woman and manWho toils and prays through these long tense days.Is the spirit of Great..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox