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").
Advice
I must do as you do? Your way I ownIs a very good way, and still,There are sometimes two straight roads to a town,One over, one under the hill.You..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ad Finum
On the white throat of useless passionThat scorched my soul with its burning breathI clutched my fingers in murderous fashionAnd gathered them close..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Acquaintance
Not we who daily walk the City's street;Not those who have been cradled in its heart,Best understand its architectural art,Or realise its grandeur...
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
About May
One night Nurse Sleep held out her handTo tired little May.'Come, go with me to Wonderland,'She said, 'I know the way.Just rock-a-by-hum-m-m,And lo!..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A World Worth Living In
One who claims that he knows about itTells me the earth is a vale of sin;But I and the bees, and the birds we doubt it,And think it a world worth..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Woman's Love
So vast the tide of Love within me surging,It overflows like some stupendous sea,The confines of the Present and To-be;And 'gainst the Past's high..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Waltz-Quadrille
The band was playing a waltz-quadrille,I felt as light as a wind-blown feather,As we floated away, at the caller’s will,Through the intricate, mazy..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Waif
My soul is like a poor caged bird to-night,Beating its wings against the prison bars,Longing to reach the outer world of light,And, all untrammelled..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Tumbler Of Claret
I poured out a tumbler of Claret,Of course with intention to drink,And, holding it up in the sunlight,I paused for a moment to think.I really can't..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Suggestion
As I go and shop, sir!If a car I stop, sir!Where you chance to sit,And you want to read, sir!Never mind or heed, sir!I’ll not care a bit.For it’s now..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Song Of Life
In the rapture of life and of living,I lift up my head and rejoice,And I thank the great Giver for givingThe soul of my gladness a voice.In the glow..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Servian Legend
Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,When earth was empty, waiting still for man,Before the breath of life to him was givenThe angels fell into a..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Sculptor
As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, liftsChisel and hammer to the block at hand,Before my half-formed character I standAnd ply the shining tools of..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Pin
Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good,Yet she fills me with more terror than a raging lion would.The little chills run up and down..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Picture
I strolled last eve across the lonely down;One solitary picture struck my eye:A distant ploughboy stood against the sky—How far he seemed above the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Naughty Little Comet
There was a little comet who lived near the Milky Way!She loved to wander out at night and jump about and play.The mother of the comet was a very..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Mother's Wail
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,It flushes and glows on moor and lea;The birds are singing in careless mirth,The brook flows cheerily on..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Meeting
Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;A song I sang, full many a year ago,Smiled up at me, as in a busy streetOne meets an old-time friend he..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Married Coquette
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.It is time you found out that all men are not stoics,Nor toys..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Marine Etching
A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,And leaped like a steed o’er the race track blue,Then up behind her, the dust of the sea,A gray fog..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A March Snow
Let the old snow be covered with the new:The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.Let it be hidden wholly from our viewBy pure white..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Man's Repentance
To-night when I came from the club at eleven,Under the gaslight I saw a faceA woman's face! and I swear to heavenIt looked like the ghastly ghost..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Maiden's Secret
I have written this day down in my heartAs the sweetest day in the season;From all of the others I've set it apart---But I will not tell you the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Maiden To Her Mirror
He said he loved me! Then he called my hairSilk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,My cheek a rose leaf fallen on new snow;And swore my..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Lovers' Quarrel
We two were lovers, the Sea and I;We plighted our troth ‘neath a summer sky.And all through the riotous ardent weatherWe dreamed, and loved, and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox