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").
Bird Of Hope
Soar not too high, O bird of Hope!Because the skies are fair;The tempest may come on apaceAnd overcome thee there.When far above the mountain..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Beyond
It seemeth such a little way to meAcross to that strange country – the Beyond;And yet, not strange, for it has grown to beThe home of those whom I am..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Beppo
Why are thou sad, my Beppo? But last eve,Here at my feet, thy dear head on my breast,I heard thee say thy heart would no more grieveOr feel the olden..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Begin The Day
Begin each morning with a talk to God,And ask for your divine inheritanceOf usefulness, contentment, and success.Resign all fear, all doubt, and all..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Bedlam Town
Do you want to peep into Bedlam Town?Then come with me, when the day swings down,Into the cradle, whose rockers rim,Some people call the horizon..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Be Not Weary
Sometimes, when I am toil-worn and aweary,And tired out with working long and well,And earth is dark, and skies above are dreary,And heart and soul..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Be Not Dismayed
Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when deathSets its white seal upon some worshipped face.Poor human nature for a little spaceMust suffer anguish..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Baby's First Journey
Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway himSoft as a pillow are somebody's arms.Down he goes slowly, ever so lowlyOver the rim of the cradle they..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Attainment
Use all your hidden forces.Do not miss the purpose of this life,and do not wait for circumstanceto mold or change your fate.In your own self lies..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
At The Window
Every morning, as I walk downFrom my dreary lodgings, toward the town,I see at a window, near the street,The face of a woman, fair and sweet,With..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
At The Hop
‘Tis time to dress. Dost hear the music surgingLike sobbing waves that roll up from the sea?Yes, yes, I hear – I yield – no need of urging;I know..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
At Set Of Sun
If we sit down at set of sun,And count the things that we have done,And counting, findOne self-denying act, one wordThat eased the heart of him who..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
At Eleusis
I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,When early morning's banners were unfurled.From high Olympus, gazing on the world,The ancient gods once saw it..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
At Bay
WifeReach out your arms, and hold me close and fast.Tell me there are no memories of your pastThat mar this love of ours, so great, so..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
At An Old Drawer
Before this scarf was faded,What hours of mirth it knew;How gayly it paradedFrom smiling eyes to view.The days were tinged with glory,The nights too..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ascension
I have been down in the darkest waterDeep, deep down where no light could pierce;Alone with the things that are bent on slaughter,The mindless things..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
As You Go Through Life
Don’t look for the flaws as you go through life;And even when you find them,It is wise and kind to be somewhat blindAnd look for the virtue behind..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
As By Fire
Sometimes I feel so passionate a yearningFor spiritual perfection here below,This vigorous frame, with healthful fervor burning,Seems my determined..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Artist's Life
Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote,mad with melody, rhythm--rifeFrom the very first to the final note,Give me his "Artist's Life!"It stirs my..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Art And Love
For many long uninterrupted yearsShe was the friend and confidant of Art;They walked together, heart communed with heartIn that sweet comradeship..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Art And Heart
Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.Though smooth be the heartless..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Arise
Why sit ye idly dreaming all the day,While the golden, precious hours flit away?See you not the day is waning, waning fast?That the morn's already..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Are You Loving Enough?
Are you loving enough? There is some one dear,Some one you hold as the dearest of allIn the holiest shrine of your heart.Are you making it known? Is..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Answers
What is the end of each man's toil,Brother, O Brother?A handful of dust in a bit of soilHis name forgotten as centuries roll,Though blazoned to-day..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Shape of Life
From clouds above to ground below,In endless circles waters flow.They carve the soil, they calm the fire,They build our world, they never tire.But..
© World Water Day