With every rising of the sun Think of your life as just begun. The past has shrived and buried deep All yesterdays—… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, As down we sink… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Unwearied, and with springing steps elate, I had conveyed my wealth along the road. The empty sack proved now a heavier load:… — 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;… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The dark today leads into light tomorrow. There is no endless joy, and yet no endless sorrow. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain, And troubles swarm like bees about a hive; I shall believe the heights… — 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
Then I turned to him commanding That he go the way he came, whence he came. But he answered me in sorrow,… — 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
Let no one pray that they know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the gall of… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the gall of… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed, But as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is-is best. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
How fleeting the sorrows of youth, how slight the foundations on which the young build towers of despair. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
And he who has dwelt with his heart alone, Hears all the music in friendship's tone. So better and better I comprehend… — 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
