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").
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
Mother's Loss
If I could clasp my little babeUpon my breast to-night,I would not mind the blowing windThat shrieketh in affright.Oh, my lost babe! my little..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Mother's Kisses
Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,Mama will kiss him and make him well,Oh! what a miracle this is!Baby was running and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Morning Prayer
Let me to-day do something that shall takeA little sadness from the world’s vast store,And may I be so favoured as to makeOf joy’s too scanty sum a..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Moon And Sea
You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:The tide of hope swells high within my breast,And hides the rough dark rocks of life’s unrestWhen your..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Momus, God Of Laughter
Though with gods the world is cumbered,Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered,Never god was known to beWho had not his devotee.So I dedicate to mine,Here..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Mockery
Why do we grudge our sweets so to the livingWho, God knows, find at best too much of gall,And then with generous, open hands kneel, givingUnto the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Midsummer
After the May time and after the June timeRare with blossoms and perfume sweet,Cometh the round world's royal noon time,The red midsummer of blazing..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Mesalliance
I am troubled to-night with a curious pain;It is not of the flesh, it is not of the brain,Nor yet of a heart that is breaking:But down still deeper..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Memory's River
In Nature's bright blossoms not always reposesThat strange subtle essence more rare than their bloom,Which lies in the hearts of carnations and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Memory's Mansion
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,And I wander about them at will;And I pause at the casements, where boxes of bloomsAre sending sweet scents..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Meg's Curse
The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered why she was born.On the topmost..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Master And Servant
The devil to Bacchus said, one day,In a scowling, growling, petulant way,As he came from earth to hell:'There's a soul above that I cannot move,And..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Love's Supremacy
As yon great Sun in his supreme conditionAbsorbs small worlds and makes them all his own,So does my love absorb each vain ambitionEach outside..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Love's Language
How does Love speak?In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,And in the pallor that succeeds it; byThe quivering lid of an averted eye –The smile..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Love's Coming
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;But he came instead with a stealthy tread,Which she did..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox