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").

Guilo

Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone.Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow?The sunshine is to-day's, although it shoneOn yesterday..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Guerdon

Upon the white cheek of the Cherub YearI saw a tear.Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrowSo soon a sorrow.Just then the sunlight fell with..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Growing Old

Little by little the year grows old,The red leaves drop from the maple boughs;The sun grows dim, and the winds blow cold,Down from the distant arctic..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Greeting Poem

There was a sound in the wind to-day,Like a joyous cymbal ringing!And the leaves of the trees talked with the breeze,And they altogether were..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Grandpa's Christmas

In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays of the red..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Gracia

Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her,My Gracia, who hath so deserted me.Thou art my friend, but if thou dost defame herI shall not..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Good-By To The Cradle

GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle,The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside:No more to its motion, o'er Sleep's fairy ocean,Our..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Good Templars' Song

AIR-'O SUSANNAH!'Ye soldiers in the temperance cause,Our work is but begun.Oh! sit not down in idlenessAnd think the field is won.Our lambs are..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Going Away

Walking to-day on the Common,I heard a stranger sayTo a friend who was standing near him,'Do you know I am going away? 'I had never seen their..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

God's Work

To J. J. H., Of KentuckyGathering brands from the burning,Plucking them out of the fire,Lifting the sheep that have wandered,Out of the dust and the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

God Rules Alway

Into the world's most high and holy placesMen carry selfishness, and graft and greed.The air is rent with warring of the races;Loud Dogmas drown a..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Go Plant A Tree

God, what a joy it is to plant a tree,And from the sallow earth to watch it rise,Lifting its emerald branches to the skiesIn silent adoration; and to..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ghosts

There are ghosts in the room.As I sit here alone, from the dark corners thereThey come out of the gloom,And they stand at my side and they lean on my..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

From The Grave

When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,Out of the grave of a dead Past calling,A voice..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Friendship After Love

After the fierce midsummer all ablazeHas burned itself to ashes, and expiresIn the intensity of its own fires,There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Friendship

Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be provingThy strong regard for me,Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving;Let thy faith speak for..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Freedom

I care not who were vicious back of me,No shadow of their sins on me is shed.My will is greater than heredity.I am no worm to feed upon the dead.My..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Forward

Let me look always forward. Never back.Was I not formed for progress? OtherwiseWith onward pointing feet and searching eyesWould God have set me..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Forbidden Speech

The passion you forbade my lips to utterWill not be silenced. You must hear it inThe sullen thunders when they roll and mutter:And when the tempest..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Foes

Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dearAs valued friends. He cannot knowThe zest of life who runneth hereHis earthly race without a foe.I saw a prize..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Flowers of France

Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom,Yea, give us your lives in truth,Give us your..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Floods

In the dark night, from sweet refreshing sleepI wake to hear outside my window-paneThe uncurbed fury of the wild spring rain,And weird winds lashing..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fleeing Away

My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar,Higher and higher on soul-lent wings;But ever and often and more and moreThey are dragged down earthward..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Toes In The Morning

This little toe is hungryThis little toe is too,This toe lies abed like a sleepy head,And this toe cries 'Boo-hoo.'This toe big and tall is the..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Toes At Night

This little toe is tired,This little toe needs rocking,This little toe is sleepy you know,But this little toe keeps talking,This toe big and tall is..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox