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 Message
I have not the gift of vision,I have not the psychic ear,And the realms that are called ElysianI neither see nor hear;Yet oft when the shadows..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Meeting Of The Centuries
A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurledIn the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,Two Centuries meet, and sit down vis-a-vis,Across the great round..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Masquerade
Look in the eyes of trouble with a smile,Extend your hand and do not be afraid.‘Tis but a friend who comes to masquerade,And test your faith and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Maniac
I saw them sitting in the shade;The long green vines hung over,But could not hide the gold-haired maidAnd Earl, my dark-eyed lover.His arm was..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Lost Garden
There was a fair green garden slopingFrom the south-east side of the mountain-ledge;And the earliest tint of the dawn came gropingDown through its..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The London 'Bobby'
A Tribute To The Policemen Of Englands CapitalHere in my cosy corner,Before a blazing log,I’m thinking of cold LondonWrapped in its killing fog;And..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Lodge-Room
Don't bring into the lodge-roomAnger, and spite, and pride.Drop at the gate of the templeThe strife of the world outside.Forget all your cares and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Little White Hearse
Somebody’s baby was buried to-day –The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back,And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gayAs I paused..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Little Lady Of The Bullock Cart
Now is the time when India is gayWith wedding parties; and the radiant throngsSeem like a scattered rainbow taking partIn human pleasures. Dressed in..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Little Bird
The father sits in his lonely room,Outside sings a little bird.But the shadows are laden with death and gloom,And the song is all unheard.The..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Law
The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sunWill sweep on its course till the cycle is run.And when onto chaos the systems are hurled,Again shall the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Land Of The Gone-Away Souls
Oh! that is a beautiful land, I wis,The land of the Gone-away Souls.Yes, a lovelier region by far than this(Though this is a world most fair).The..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Land Of Nowhere
Do you know where the summer blooms all the year 'round,Where there never is rain on a pic-nic day?Where the thornless rose in its beauty blowsAnd..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Lady And The Dame
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the cheek so tender,And the silver..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Kingdom Of Love
In the dawn of the day, when the sea and the earthReflected the sunrise above,I set forth, with a heart full of courage and mirth,To seek for the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The King Of Candyland
Have you heard of the king of Candy land?Well, listen while I sing,He has pages on every hand,For he is a mighty king,And thousands of children bend..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The King And The Siren
The harsh King--Winter--sat upon the hills,And reigned and ruled the earth right royally.He locked the rivers, lakes, and all the rills--"I am no..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
World Bee Day
This is the day we stop and seeHow much we owe humility.To wings that work, to lives so brief,Yet hold the earth in careful grief.Save bees — and..
© World Bee Day
If Bees Should Leave
Imagine spring without their sound,No drifting gold from ground to ground.A broken chain, a fading green,A hunger where the hum had been.Protect the..
© World Bee Day
Honeyed Balance
Between the wild and tended field,Their fragile promise is revealed.A measured flight, a perfect role,That binds the seed, completes the..
© World Bee Day
The Smallest Guardians
No crown they wear, no praise they seek,Yet life depends on what they keep.In pollen dust and sunlight thin,They stitch the future, bloom by..
© World Bee Day
Keepers of Bloom
They move in gold between the air,From petal soft to blossom fair.Unnoticed hands that shape our days,In quiet work, in gentle ways.Where bees still..
© World Bee Day
Courage, Culture, and Joy
The story of Puebla is strong and clear,A tale of courage we hold dear.Cinco de Mayo is more than a day,It’s celebrating culture in every..
© Cinco de Mayo
Heritage and Hope
Cinco de Mayo reminds us all,To rise together, to stand tall.Through struggles past, through battles won,We celebrate heritage, joy, and fun.From..
© Cinco de Mayo
A Colorful Celebration
Flags of green, red, and white,Fill the streets with colors bright.Dancers twirl and voices sing,And every heart feels the joy they bring.Cinco de..
© Cinco de Mayo