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").

Going Away

Walking to-day on the Common,I heard a stranger sayTo a friend who was standing near him,'Do you know I am going away? 'I had never seen their..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

God's Work

To J. J. H., Of KentuckyGathering brands from the burning,Plucking them out of the fire,Lifting the sheep that have wandered,Out of the dust and the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

God Rules Alway

Into the world's most high and holy placesMen carry selfishness, and graft and greed.The air is rent with warring of the races;Loud Dogmas drown a..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Go Plant A Tree

God, what a joy it is to plant a tree,And from the sallow earth to watch it rise,Lifting its emerald branches to the skiesIn silent adoration; and to..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ghosts

There are ghosts in the room.As I sit here alone, from the dark corners thereThey come out of the gloom,And they stand at my side and they lean on my..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

From The Grave

When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,Out of the grave of a dead Past calling,A voice..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Friendship After Love

After the fierce midsummer all ablazeHas burned itself to ashes, and expiresIn the intensity of its own fires,There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Friendship

Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be provingThy strong regard for me,Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving;Let thy faith speak for..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Freedom

I care not who were vicious back of me,No shadow of their sins on me is shed.My will is greater than heredity.I am no worm to feed upon the dead.My..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Forward

Let me look always forward. Never back.Was I not formed for progress? OtherwiseWith onward pointing feet and searching eyesWould God have set me..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Forbidden Speech

The passion you forbade my lips to utterWill not be silenced. You must hear it inThe sullen thunders when they roll and mutter:And when the tempest..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Foes

Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dearAs valued friends. He cannot knowThe zest of life who runneth hereHis earthly race without a foe.I saw a prize..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Flowers of France

Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom,Yea, give us your lives in truth,Give us your..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Floods

In the dark night, from sweet refreshing sleepI wake to hear outside my window-paneThe uncurbed fury of the wild spring rain,And weird winds lashing..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fleeing Away

My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar,Higher and higher on soul-lent wings;But ever and often and more and moreThey are dragged down earthward..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Toes In The Morning

This little toe is hungryThis little toe is too,This toe lies abed like a sleepy head,And this toe cries 'Boo-hoo.'This toe big and tall is the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Toes At Night

This little toe is tired,This little toe needs rocking,This little toe is sleepy you know,But this little toe keeps talking,This toe big and tall is..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Fingers

This is the baby who doesn't do a thing,This is the lady who loves to wear a ring,This is their big sister, this is another,And this stout thumb is..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fishing

Maybe this is fun, sitting in the sun,With a book and parasol, as my Angler wishes,While he dips his line in the ocean brine,Under the impression..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Finis

An idle rhyme of the summer time,Sweet, and solemn, and tender;Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays,Bright with the sunset's splendour.Summer..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Father

He never made a fortune, or a noiseIn the world where men are seeking after fame;But he had a healthy brood of girls and boysWho loved the very..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fame

If I should die, to-day,To-morrow, maybe, the world would seeWould waken from sleep, and say,"Why here was talent! why here was worth!Why here was a..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

False

False! Good God, I am dreaming!No, no, it never can beYou who are so true in seeming,You, false to your vows and me?My wife and my fair boy's..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fading*

She sits beside the window. All who passTurn once again to gaze on her sweet face.She is so fair; but soon, too soon, alas,To lie down in her last..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fading

All in the beautiful Autumn weatherOne thought lingers with me and stays;Death and winter are coming together,Though both are veiled by the amber..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox