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").
Only A Sad Mistake
Only a blunder-a sad mistake;All my own fault and mine alone.The saddest error a heart can make;I was so young, or I would have known.Only his rare..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One Woman's Memory
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,And here are the letters he wrote to me.And the ring of gold that I used to wearIs here in the casket-see!I put..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One Woman's History
'The maiden free, the maiden wed.Can never, never be the same,A new life springs from out the dead.And with the speaking of a nameA breath upon the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One Of Us Two
The day will dawn when one of us shall hearkenIn vain to hear a voice that has grown dumb.And morns will fade, noons pale, and shadows darken,While..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One By One
Little by little and one by one,Out of the ether, were worlds created;Star and planet and sea and sun,All in the nebulous Nothing waitedTill the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
On Seeing The Diabutsu--At Kamakura, Japan
Long have I searched, Cathedral shrine, and hall,To find a symbol, from the hand of art,That gave the full expression (not a part)Of that ecstatic..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Older Than You
We are younger in years! Yes, that is true;But in some things we are older than you.For instance, you sometimes say with a smile,'It will do to drink..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Old Times
Friend of my youth, let us talk of old times;Of the long lost golden hours.When "Winter" meant only Christmas chimes,And "Summer" wreaths of..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Old Rhythm And Rhyme
They tell me new methods now govern the Muses,The modes of expression have changed with the times;That low is the rank of the poet who usesThe..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Old And New
Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,Old times, old loves, old friendships, and old wineWhy should the old monopolise all praise?Then let the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Now I Lay Me
When I pass from earth away,Palsied though I be and gray,May my spirit keep so youngThat my failing, faltering tongueFrames that prayer so dear to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Not Quite The Same
Not quite the same the springtime seems to me,Since that sad season when in separate waysOur paths diverged. There are no more such daysAs dawned for..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Noblesse Oblige
I hold it the duty of one who is giftedAnd specially dowered I all men’s sight,To know no rest till his life is liftedFully up to his great gifts’..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New Year: A Dialogue
ORTAL:"The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;Who is it knocking at my door?"THE NEW YEAR:"I am..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New Year (II)
As the old year sinks down in Time's ocean,Stand ready to launch with the new,And waste no regrets, no emotion,As the masts and the spars pass from..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New Year
The New Year dawns again upon the earth,And all our land re-echoes with its mirth.From east to west, from north to south, we hearThe sounds of..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New And Old
I and new love, in all its living bloom,Sat vis-à-vis, while tender twilight hoursWent softly by us, treading as on flowers.Then suddenly I saw..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
National Anniversay Ode
Ho! for the day in the whole year the brightest!Long may it live in the heart of the nation!Long may it be ere the names are forgottenThat boldly..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
My Vision
Wherever my feet may wanderWherever I chance to be,There comes, with the coming of even' timeA vision sweet to me.I see my mother sittingIn the old..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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