Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WILL (1), by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

WILL (1), by             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.

Other Poems of Interest...

Home: PoetryExplorer.net