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").

My Ships

If all the ships I have at seaShould come a-sailing home to me,From sunny lands, and lands of cold,Ah well! the harbor could not holdSo many sails as..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My Home

This is the place that I love the best,A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest,Hid among grasses, and vines, and trees,Summer retreat of the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My Heritage

I into life so full of love was sentThat all the shadows which fall on the wayOf every human being could not stay,But fled before the light my spirit..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My Friend

When first I looked upon the face of PainI shrank repelled, as one shrinks from a foeWho stands with dagger poised, as for a blow.I was in search of..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My Comrade

Out from my window westwardI turn full oft my face;But the mountains rebuke the visionThat would encompass space;They lift their lofty foreheadsTo..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Music In The Flat

When Tom and I were married, we took a little flat;I had a taste for singing and playing and all that.And Tom, who loved to hear me, said he hopedI..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Mother's Loss

If I could clasp my little babeUpon my breast to-night,I would not mind the blowing windThat shrieketh in affright.Oh, my lost babe! my little..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Mother's Kisses

Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,Mama will kiss him and make him well,Oh! what a miracle this is!Baby was running and..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Morning Prayer

Let me to-day do something that shall takeA little sadness from the world’s vast store,And may I be so favoured as to makeOf joy’s too scanty sum a..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Moon And Sea

You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:The tide of hope swells high within my breast,And hides the rough dark rocks of life’s unrestWhen your..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Momus, God Of Laughter

Though with gods the world is cumbered,Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered,Never god was known to beWho had not his devotee.So I dedicate to mine,Here..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Mockery

Why do we grudge our sweets so to the livingWho, God knows, find at best too much of gall,And then with generous, open hands kneel, givingUnto the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Midsummer

After the May time and after the June timeRare with blossoms and perfume sweet,Cometh the round world's royal noon time,The red midsummer of blazing..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Mesalliance

I am troubled to-night with a curious pain;It is not of the flesh, it is not of the brain,Nor yet of a heart that is breaking:But down still deeper..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Memory's River

In Nature's bright blossoms not always reposesThat strange subtle essence more rare than their bloom,Which lies in the hearts of carnations and..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Memory's Mansion

In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,And I wander about them at will;And I pause at the casements, where boxes of bloomsAre sending sweet scents..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Meg's Curse

The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered why she was born.On the topmost..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Master And Servant

The devil to Bacchus said, one day,In a scowling, growling, petulant way,As he came from earth to hell:'There's a soul above that I cannot move,And..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love's Supremacy

As yon great Sun in his supreme conditionAbsorbs small worlds and makes them all his own,So does my love absorb each vain ambitionEach outside..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love's Language

How does Love speak?In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,And in the pallor that succeeds it; byThe quivering lid of an averted eye –The smile..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love's Coming

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;But he came instead with a stealthy tread,Which she did..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love Will Wane

When your love begins to wane,Spare me from the cruel painOf all speech that tells me so -Spare me words, for I shall know,By the half-averted..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love Thyself Last

Love thyself last. Look near, behold thy dutyTo those who walk beside thee down life’s road;Make glad their days by little acts of beauty,And help..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love Song

Once in the world’s first prime,When nothing lived or stirred,Nothing but new-born Time,Nor was there even a bird –The Silence spoke to a Star,But do..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love Much

Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.Cast sweets into its cup whene’er you can.No heart so hard, but love at last may win it.Love is the great..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox