Poems begining by W
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Within The Veil
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
She holds a lily in her hand,
Where long ranks of Angels stand,
A silver lily for her wand.
Waiting
© John Burroughs
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
When Pa Gets Back
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'M allus glad when my Pa gets back
From the shu-shu cars and the railroad track,
"Wonkavite..."
© Roald Dahl
"If you are old and have the shakes,
If all your bones are full of aches,
If you can hardly walk at all,
If living drives you up the wall,
Winter Dusk
© Sara Teasdale
I WATCH the great clear twilight
Veiling the ice-bowed trees;
Their branches tinkle faintly
With crystal melodies.
Written On The Anniversary Of Our Father's Death
© Hartley Coleridge
STILL for the world he lives, and lives in bliss,
For God and for himself. Ten years and three
Winter Landscape
© John Berryman
The three men coming down the winter hill
In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds
At heel, through the arrangement of the trees,
Past the five figures at the burning straw,
Returning cold and silent to their town,
Winter's Night
© Eugene Marais
O East-wind gives mournful measure to song
Like the lilt of a lovelorn lass who's been wronged
In every grass fold
bright dewdrop takes hold
and promptly pales to frost in the cold!
Waste
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HOW many a budding plant is born to fade!
How many a May bloom wilt with quick decay!
Ofttimes the ruddiest rose holds briefest sway,
While heart and sense are evermore betrayed
Womans Portion
© Madison Julius Cawein
The leaves are shivering on the thorn,
Drearily;
And sighing wakes the lean-eyed morn,
Wearily.
We, Who Were Slain In Unlit Pathways
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Wishing for the roses of your lips
we offered ourselves to a gallows' twig
Longing for the radiance of your glowing hands
we let ourselves be slain in unlit pathways
Where The Battle Passed
© Madison Julius Cawein
ONE blossoming rose-tree, like a beautiful thought
Nursed in a broken mind, that waits and schemes,
Survives, though shattered, and about it caught,
The strangling dodder streams.
Welcome To The Nations
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
PHILADELPHIA, JULY 4, 1876
BRIGHT on the banners of lily and rose
Went Vrom Hwome
© William Barnes
The stream-be-wander'd dell did spread
Vrom height to woody height,
Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire
© James Russell Lowell
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse
Than all the grape's bewildering juice,
Wander-Thirst
© Gerald Gould
BEYOND the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea,
And East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be;
It works in me like madness, dear, to bid me say good-bye;
For the seas call, and the stars call, and oh! the call of the sky!
When Mother's Sewing Buttons On
© Edgar Albert Guest
When mother's sewing buttons on
Their little garments, one by one,
When Pa Counts
© Edgar Albert Guest
Pa's not so very big or brave; he can't lift weights like Uncle Jim;
His hands are soft like little girls'; most anyone could wallop him.
Ma weighs a whole lot more than Pa. When they go swimming, she could stay
Out in the river all day long, but Pa gets frozen right away.
But when the thunder starts to roll, an' lightnin' spits, Ma says, " Oh, dear,
I'm sure we'll all of us be killed. I only wish your Pa was here."
