Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving Thy strong regard for me, Make me no vows. Lip-service is not… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. "Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
No joy for which thy hungering heart has panted, No hope it cherishes through waiting years, But if thou dost deserve it,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Went up from my feet to my head, With little chills after it stealing- And my hands got as numb as the… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden rod, and we will go sailing away from here… — 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
Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I think I never passed so sad an hour, Dear friend, as that one at the church to-night. The edifice from basement… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
While forced to dwell apart from thy dear face, Love, robed like sorrow, led me by the hand And taught my doubting… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Moon and Sea You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: The tide of hope swells high within my breast,… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.” — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
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 Image
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Don't anticipate the happiness of tomorrow. Discover it today. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
