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
Love is a spy who is plotting treason, In league with that warm, red rebel, the Heart. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Yes, I have dreams. I ofttimes dream of Love As radiant and brilliant as a star. As changeless, too, as that fixed… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free - Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Lady beware. Fan not the harmless glow Of admiration into ardent love, Lean not with red curled smiling lips above The flickering… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The passion you forbade my lips to utter Will not be silenced. You must hear it in The sullen thunders when they… — 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
Love gives us copious potions of delight, Of pain and ecstasy, and peace and care; Love leads us upward, to the mountain… — 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
