How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
There is a haunting phantom called Regret, A shadowy creature robed somewhat like woe, But fairer in the face, whom all men… — 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
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
God, what a world, if men in street and mart felt that same kinship of the human heart which makes them, in… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled; For see! how the light of… — 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
I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
There was hell in her eyes! She was worn and jaded Her soul is at war with the life she has led.… — 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
The birds laugh loud and long together When Fashion's followers speed away At the first cool breath of autumn weather. Why, this… — 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
