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").

Idler's Song

I sit in the twilight dimAt the close of an idle day,And I list to the soft sweet hymn,That rises far away,And dies on the evening air.Oh, all day..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I, Too

I saw fond lovers in that glowThat oft-times fades away too soon:I saw and said, 'Their joy I knowI, too, have had my honeymoon.'A young expectant..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Will Be Worthy Of It

ItI may not reach the heights I seek,My untried strength may fail me;Or, halfway up the mountain peakFierce tempests may assail me.But though that..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Told You

I told you the winter would go, love,I told you the winter would go,That he'd flee in shame when the south wind came,And you smiled when I told you..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Step Across The Mystic Border-Land

I step across the mystic border-land,And look upon the wonder-world of Art.How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!And all its valleys, how surpassing..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Shall Not Forget

I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;And the strong hands of Time are too feeble and..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Love You

I love your lips when they're wet with wineAnd red with a wild desire;I love your eyes when the lovelight liesLit with a passionate fire.I love your..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Am

AmI know not whence I came,I know not whither I go;But the fact stands clear that I am hereIn this world of pleasure and woe.And out of the mist and..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How Salvator Won

The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone,More proud than a monarch who sits on a throne.I am but a jockey, yet shout upon shoutWent up from the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How Is It?

You who are loudly crying out for peace,You who are wanting love to vanquish hate.How is it in the four walls of your homeThe while you wait?Do those..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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 that proves the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

His Youth

Dying? I am not dying. Are you mad?You think I need to ask for heavenly grace?\I\ think \you\ are a fiend, who would be gladTo see me struggle in..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

High Noon

Time’s finger on the dial of my lifePoints to high noon! And yet the half-spent dayLeaves less than half remaining, for the dark,Bleak shadows of the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Here And Now

HERE AND NOW.Here, in the heart of the world,Here, in the noise and the din,Here, where our spirits were hurledTo battle with sorrow and sin,This is..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Her Last Letter

Sitting alone by the window,Watching the moonlit street,Bending my head to listenTo the well-known sound of your feet,I have been wondering..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

He That Hath Ears

'He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.'-St. John the Divine.The Spirit says unto the churches,'Ere ever the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Haunted

What are these nameless mysteries,These subtleties of life and death,That bring before our spirit eyesThe loved and lost; or, like a breathOf..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Guilo

Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone.Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow?The sunshine is to-day's, although it shoneOn yesterday..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Guerdon

Upon the white cheek of the Cherub YearI saw a tear.Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrowSo soon a sorrow.Just then the sunlight fell with..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Growing Old

Little by little the year grows old,The red leaves drop from the maple boughs;The sun grows dim, and the winds blow cold,Down from the distant arctic..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Greeting Poem

There was a sound in the wind to-day,Like a joyous cymbal ringing!And the leaves of the trees talked with the breeze,And they altogether were..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Grandpa's Christmas

In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays of the red..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Gracia

Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her,My Gracia, who hath so deserted me.Thou art my friend, but if thou dost defame herI shall not..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Good-By To The Cradle

GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle,The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside:No more to its motion, o'er Sleep's fairy ocean,Our..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Good Templars' Song

AIR-'O SUSANNAH!'Ye soldiers in the temperance cause,Our work is but begun.Oh! sit not down in idlenessAnd think the field is won.Our lambs are..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox