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 centre and circumference; The cause and aim of all things--'tis the key To joy and sorrow, and the recompense… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
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
I Love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire. — 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 world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Nor church of my own, though a million spires are… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I'm sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion's strain, But I'm sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew… — 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
Love is a spy who is plotting treason, In league with that warm, red rebel, the Heart. — 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
Hide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight; Think Love, although you speak it not It gives… — 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
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
Love is the impulse which directs the world, And all things know it and obey its power. Man, in the maelstrom of… — 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
“After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires, There come… — 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
Give thy love freely, do not count the cost: So beautiful a thing was never lost. — 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
