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").

Listen!

Whoever you are as you read this,Whatever your trouble or grief,I want you to know and to heed this:The day draweth near with relief.No sorrow, no..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Lines On H---'s Foot

It may be you've seen her eyes,Dark and deep like midnight skies;You mayhap have seen them flashUnderneath the drooping lash,And been dazzled by the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Lines From

I'd rather have my verses winA place in common people's hearts,Who, toiling through the strife and dinOf life's great thoroughfares, and marts,May..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Limitless

There is nothing, I hold, in the way of workThat a human being may not achieveIf he does not falter, or shrink, or shirk,And more than all, if he..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Life's Scars

They say the world is round, and yetI often think it square,So many little hurts we getFrom corners here and there.But one great truth in life I've..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Life's Lesson Book

Life is a ponderous lesson-book, and FateThe teacher. When I came to love's fair leafMy teacher turned the page and bade me wait.'Learn first,' she..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Life's Harmonies

Let no man pray that he know not sorrow,Let no soul ask to be free from pain,For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow,And the moment's loss..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Life Is Too Short

Life is too short for any vain regretting;Let dead delight bury its dead, I say,And let us go upon our way forgettingThe joys and sorrows of each..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Life Is A Privilege

Life is a privilege. Its youthful daysShine with the radiance of continuous Mays.To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,To feed with dreams the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Life

All in the dark we grope along,And if we go amissWe learn at least which path is wrong,And there is gain in this.We do not always win the race,By..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Leudeman's-On-The-River

Toward even when the day leans down,To kiss the upturned face of night,Out just beyond the loud-voiced townI know a spot of calm delight.Like crimson..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Let Them Go

Let the dream go. Are there not other dreamsIn vastness of clouds hid from thy sightThat yet shall gild with beautiful gold gleams,And shoot the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Let Me Lean Hard

Let me lean hard upon the Eternal Breast;In all earth's devious ways, I sought for restAnd found it not. I will be strong, said I,And lean upon..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Lay It Away

We will lay our summer away, my friend,So tenderly lay it away.It was bright and sweet to the very end,Like one long, golden day.Nothing sweeter..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Last Love

The first flower of the spring is not so fairOr bright, as one the ripe midsummer brings.The first faint note the forest warbler singsIs not as rich..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Kingdom Of Love

In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earthReflected the sunrise above,I set forth with a heart full of courage and mirthTo seek for the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Karma

IWe cannot choose our sorrows. One there wasWho, reverent of soul, and strong with trust,Cried, 'God, though Thou shouldst bow me to the dust,Yet..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Joy

My heart is like a little birdThat sits and sings for very gladness.Sorrow is some forgotten word,And so, except in rhyme, is sadness.The world is..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

It Might Have Been

We will be what we could be. Do not say,'It might have been, had not this, or that, or this.'No fate can keep us from the chosen way;He only might..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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