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").
It All Will Come Out Right
Whatever is a cruel wrong,Whatever is unjust,The honest years that speed alongWill trample in the dust.In restless youth I railed at fateWith all my..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Isaura
Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of this play?'What play?' Why, this old play of winning hearts!Nay, now, lift not thine eyes in that feigned way:'Tis all..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Is It Well?
Saw you the youth, with the face like the morning,Refilling the glass, that foamed white as the sea?Heard you the words that fell down like a..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Is It Best?
O mother who sips sweetened liquors!Look down at the child on your breast;Think, think of the rough path before him,And ask yourself then, 'Is it..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Introductory Verses
Oh, you who read some song that I have sung –What know you of the soul from whence it sprung?Dost dream the poet ever speaks aloudHis secret thought..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Into The World
Out over childhood's borders,Manhood's brave banners unfurled,Weighed down with precepts and ordersA boy has gone into the world.Nobody thinks it..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Integrity
Immortal life is something to be earned,By slow, self-conquest, comradeship with pain,And patient seeking after higher truths.We cannot follow our..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Inspiration
Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy,Is inspiration, eager to pursue,But rather like a maiden, fond, yet coy,Who gives herself to him who best..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Individuality
Ah yes, I love you, and with all my heart;Just as a weaker woman loves her own,Better than I love my beloved art,Which, until you came, reigned..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Independence Ode
Columbia, fair queen in your glory!Columbia, the pride of the earth!We crown you with song- wreath and story;We honour the day of your birth!The..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In The Night
In the silent midnight watches,When the earth was clothed in gloom,And the grim and awful darknessCrept unbidden to my room-On the solemn, deathly..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In The Long Run
In the long run fame finds the deserving man.The lucky wight may prosper for a day,But in good time true merit leads the van,And vain pretense..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In The Garden
One moment alone in the garden,Under the August skies;The moon had gone but the stars shone on, -Shone like your beautiful eyes.Away from the glitter..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In The Cup
There is grief in the cup!I saw a proud mother set wine on the board;The eyes of her son sparkled bright as she pouredThe ruddy stream into the glass..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In Memoriam
Looking some papers over,Dusty and dim and old,I found some words that thrilled meWith their ring of genuine goldWords that were better than..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In India's Dreamy Land
In India's land one listens aghastTo the people who scream and bawl;For each caste yells at a lower caste,And the Britisher yells at them all.
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In Grandmamma's Kitchen
In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riotThe cream in a pot on the shelf,Where everything always seemed peaceful and quiet,Got whipped, for I..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In France I Saw A Hill
In France I saw a hill-a gentle slopeRising above old tombs to greet the gleamFrom soft spring skies. Beyond these skies dwells hope,But those green..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In Faith
When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by,I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye;And out where the robin sang his song,We lived and loved..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In England
In England, there are wrongs no doubt,Which should be righted; so men say,Who seek to weed earth's garden out,And give the roses right of way;Yes..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Impatience
How can I wait until you come to me?The once fleet mornings linger by the way;Their sunny smiles touched with malicious gleeAt my unrest, they seem..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
If I Should Die
If I should die, how kind you all would grow!In that strange hour I would not have one foe.There are no words too beautiful to sayOf one who goes..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
If Christ Came Questioning
If Christ came questioning His world to-day,(If Christ came questioning,)'What hast thou done to glorify thy God,Since last My feet this lower earth..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
If--
If I were a raindrop, and you were a leaf,I would burst from the cloud above youAnd lie on your breast in a rapture of rest,And love you, love you..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
If
Dear love, if you and I could sail away,With snowy pennons to the wind unfurled,Across the waters of some unknown bay,And find some island far from..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox