Poems begining by W
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What We Need
© Edgar Albert Guest
We were settin' there an' smokin' of our pipes, discussin' things,
Like licker, votes for wimmin, an' the totterin'thrones o' kings,
When he ups an' strokes his whiskers with his hand an' says t'me:
"Changin' laws an' legislatures ain't, as fur as I can see,
Goin' to make this world much better, unless somehow we can
Find a way to make a better an' a finer sort o' man.
Wherefore
© Madison Julius Cawein
I would not see, yet must behold
The truth they preach in church and hall;
And question so,--Is death then all,
And life an idle tale that's told?
White Night
© Anna Akhmatova
That life is a cursed hell:
I've got drunk
On your voice in the doorway.
I was sure you'd come back.
Winter Stars
© Sara Teasdale
I WENT out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit's wings
I bore my sorrow heavily.
When Lide Married _Him_
© James Whitcomb Riley
When Lide married _him_--w'y, she had to jes dee-fy
The whole poppilation!--But she never bat' an eye!
Women's Harvest Song
© Amy Lowell
I am waving a ripe sunflower,
I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters.
I am joyful because of my melons,
I am joyful because of my beans,
I am joyful because of my squashes.
When Lincoln Died
© Katharine Lee Bates
A five-year old in a Cape Cod village, twenty miles from the rail,
Falmouth, Falmouth, loveliest Falmouth,
Wearing her silvery, pearl-embroidered ocean mist for a veil;
Her sweet God's Acre a windsome garden whither often would weepers bear
Their gifts of flowers, dear dooryard flowers,
To pale stones carved with a ship or anchor, though no mound was molded there;
What Mr. Robinson Thinks
© James Russell Lowell
Guvener B. is a sensible man;
He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks;
Waiting
© Madison Julius Cawein
Come to the hills, the woods are green--
_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_--
There is a brook that flows between
Two mossy trees where we can meet,
Where we can meet and speak unseen.
What Do Poets Want With Gold?
© Archibald Lampman
What do poets want with gold,
Cringing slaves and cushioned ease;
Are not crusts and garments old
Better for their souls than these?
What Time the Bugle Blew
© Anonymous
Yes! 'Twas the bugle blew!
The Empire's summons flew;
The Long White Cloud re-echoed loud,
What time the bugle blew!
We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
© Oscar Wilde
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each springimpassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.
When Jesus Left His Father's Throne
© James Montgomery
When Jesus left His Fathers throne,
He chose a humble birth;
Wisdom's Haunts
© Edgar Albert Guest
Way out in the woods there are brothers who read
By the light of a candle, in Greek,
When Green Leaves Come again
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
WHEN green leaves come again, my love,
When green leaves come again,--
Why put on such a cloudy face,
When green leaves come again?
Wrestling Jacob
© Charles Wesley
Come, O thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see;
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee;
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
"Waar Tebes In Die Stil Woestyn"
© Eugene Marais
Daar sou ek vrede weer besef
Waar Tebes in die stil woestyn
Sy magtig' rotswerk hoog verhef
En Mara in die sand verdwyn;
When As A Lad
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
WHEN, as a lad, at break of day
I watched the fishers sail away,
My thoughts, like flocking birds, would follow
Across the curving sky's blue hollow,
And on and on--
Into the very heart of dawn!
Wedding Day
© Edith Nesbit
The enchanted hour,
The magic bower,
Where, crowned with roses,
Love love discloses.
Without And Withiin
© James Russell Lowell
My coachman, in the moonlight there,
Looks through the sidelight of the door;
I hear him with his brethren swear,
As I could do-but only more.
