Poems begining by W
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Worship
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken,
And ghosts of old Beliefs still flit and moan
Round fane and altar overthrown and broken,
O'er tree-grown barrow and gray ring of stone.
White CanoeA Legend Of Niagara Falls
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A CANTATA.
MINAHITA, Indian Maiden.
OREIKA, Her Friend.
TOLONGA, Minahitas Father.
DOLBREKA, Indian Chief.
Weekend At Mt. Dandenong
© Lesbia Harford
Frolic mountain winds
Innocent and shy,
Kiss my darling's cheek
As they scurry by.
Why, When Our Sun Shines Clearest
© James Clerk Maxwell
Why, when our sun shines clearest,
Why, when our hopes seen nearest,
What Grandpa Mouse Said
© Vachel Lindsay
The moons a holy owl-queen.
She keeps them in a jar
Under her arm till evening,
Then sallies forth to war.
When Birds Be Still
© William Barnes
Vor all the zun do leäve the sky,
An' all the sounds o' day do die,
Wax Job
© Charles Bukowski
man, he said, sitting on the steps
your car sure needs a wash and wax job
I can do it for you for 5 bucks,
I got the wax, I got the rags, I got everything
I need.
When Hannah Pressed With Grief
© John Newton
When Hannah pressed with grief,
Poured forth her soul in prayer;
She quickly found relief,
And left her burden there:
Like her, in every trying case,
Let us approach the throne of grace.
Weary Of The World, And With Heaven Most Dear
© Thomas Kingo
Farewell, world, farewell
As thrall here Im weary and no more will dwell,
Wake Nicodemus!
© Henry Clay Work
The "Good Time Coming" is almost here!
It was long, long, long on the way!
Now run and tell Elijah to hurry up Pump,
And meet me at the gumtree in the swamp
To wake Nicodemus today.
What A Sick Woman Does
© Edgar Albert Guest
ACONVALESCIN' woman does the strangest sort o' things,
An' it's wonderful the courage that a little new strength brings;
Would I Were With Thee!
© Caroline Norton
WOULD I were with thee! every day and hour
Which now I spend so sadly, far from thee--
Would that my form possessed the magic power
To follow where my heavy heart would be!
Whate'er thy lot--by land or sea--
Would I were with thee--eternally!
When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Waking In Winter
© Sylvia Plath
I can taste the tin of the sky -- the real tin thing.
Winter dawn is the color of metal,
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.
All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations --
Winifred Waters
© John Daniel Logan
WINIFRED WATERS, when I look on you now,
With the sweet peace of God on your beautiful brow
With All Thy Gifts
© Walt Whitman
WITH all thy gifts, America,
(Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,)
