Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WILL (1), by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: There is no chance, no destiny, no fate Last Line: And waits an hour sometimes for such a will. Alternate Author Name(s): Wilson, Robert, Mrs. Subject(s): Death; Fate; Sea; Soul; Dead, The; Destiny; Ocean | ||||||||
THERE IS NO CHANCE, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm resolve of a determined soul. Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great; All things give way before it, soon or late. What obstacle can stay the mighty force Of the sea-seeking river in its course, Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait? Each wellborn soul must win what it deserves. Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves, Whose slightest action or inaction serves The one great aim. Why, even Death stands still, And waits an hour sometimes for such a will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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