The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer, The headstones thicken along the way; And life grows sadder, but love grows stronger… — 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
“Advice" I must do as you do? Your way I own Is a very good way, and still, There are sometimes two… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
India - The land of Vedas, the remarkable works contain not only religious ideas for a perfect life, but also facts which… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Between the finite and the infinite The missing link of Love has left a void. Supply the link, and earth with Heaven… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Life is a Shylock; always it demands The fullest userer's interest for each pleasure. Gifts are not freely scattered by its hands;… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Not to the curious or impatient soulThat in the start, demands the end be shown,And at each step, stops waiting for a… — 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
Ah, lady! it is hardly what you thought it, This life of luxury and social power; You gave yourself as principal, and… — 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
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
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
