I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
“Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.” — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
There is no balking genius. Only death can silence it or hinder. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
And so for me there is no sting of death, And so the grave has lost its victory. It is but crossing-with… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Love is the only thing that pays for birth, Or makes death welcome. Oh, dear God above This beautiful but sad, perplexing… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Love is the crown that glorifies; the curse That brands and burdens; it is life and death. It is the great law… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the gall of… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale Of mortal maladies is worn and stale. You cannot charm, or interest, or please By harping… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
“And yet I would not be a child again. For surely as the night succeeds the day, So surely will their mirth… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
But now I know that there is no killing A thing like Love, for it laughs at Death. There is no hushing,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Conversation God and I in space alone . . . and nobody else in view . . . And where are all… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale Of mortal maladies is worn and stale. You cannot charm, or interest, or please By harping in that… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
With every rising of the sun Think of your life as just begun. The past has shrived and buried deep All yesterdays— there let… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Better to wait and yearn, and still to wait, And die at last with unappeased desire, Than live to be the jest of such… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Back on its golden hinges The gate of Memory swings, And my heart goes into the garden And walks with the olden things. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
I hold it true that thoughts are things Endowed with bodies, breath, and wings, And that we send them forth to fill The world… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
All perfect things are saddening in effect. The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes, The matchless tinting on the royal rose Whose velvet… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
“And yet I would not be a child again. For surely as the night succeeds the day, So surely will their mirth turn into… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Oh! not for the great departed, Who formed our country's laws, And not for the bravest-hearted, Who died in freedom's cause, And not for… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
