Poems begining by W
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Weeks End In Zummer, In The Wold Voks Time
© William Barnes
Zoo maïd an' woman, bwoy an' man,
Went off, while zunzet aïr did fan
Their merry zunburnt feäzen; zome
Down leäne, an' zome drough parrocks hwome.
Where Shadow Chases Light
© Rabindranath Tagore
This is my delight,
thus to wait and watch at the wayside
where shadow chases light
and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
With Eternity Standing By
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I bid you good--bye,
Dear, without tears?
Only once in the years,
The idle vanishing years,
When April Comes!
© Virna Sheard
When April comes with softly shining eyes,
And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
Oh, she will coax all clouds from out the skies,
And every day will bring some sweet surprise,--
The swallows will come swinging through the air
When April comes!
War
© Edgar Albert Guest
The thrill of war's a base deceit,
The rattle of the drum's a lie;
It lures brave men with scurrying feet
To go where many dangers fly;
It sings a soldier's death is sweet,
It tells how great it is to die.
Written After Leaving Her At New Burns
© William Cowper
How quick the change from joy to woe!
How chequered is our lot below!
Wet Paint
© Boris Pasternak
'Look out! Wet paint.' My soul was blind,
I have to pay the price,
All marked with stains of calves and cheeks
And hands and lips and eyes.
What Think Ye Of Christ?
© John Newton
What think you of Christ? is the test
To try both your state and your scheme;
Wrestling
© John Crowe Ransom
AT last came threshing-time, the manly season.
We kept the thresher thundering by daylight,
When A Mounting Skylark Sings
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When a mounting skylark sings
In the sunlit summer morn,
Watching The Crows
© Henry Lawson
A BUSHMAN got lost in a scrub in the North,
And all the long morning the searchers went forth.
They swore at the rain that had washed out the tracks
And left not a trace for the eyes of the blacks;
But, trusting the signs that the blackfellow knows,
A quiet old darkey stood watching the crows.
Winter Rain
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Falling upon the frozen world last night,
I heard the slow beat of the Winter rain-
What I Have Seen #4
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,
Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;
While The West Is Paling
© William Ernest Henley
While the west is paling
Starshine is begun.
While the dusk is failing
Glimmers up the sun.
When Day Is Done
© Edgar Albert Guest
When day is done and the night slips down,
And I've turned my back on the busy town,
And come once more to the welcome gate
Where the roses nod and the children wait,
I tell myself as I see them smile
That life is good and its tasks worth while.
What The Traveller Said At Sunset
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The shadows grow and deepen round me,
I feel the deffall in the air;
The muezzin of the darkening thicket,
I hear the night-thrush call to prayer.
Written At Mycenae
© Richard Monckton Milnes
I saw a weird procession glide along
The vestibule before the
Lion's gate;
A Man of godlike limb and warrior state,
What Are Cities For?
© Robinson Jeffers
The earth has covered Sicilian Syracuse, there asphodel grows,
As golden-rod will over New York.
