Poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

You will forget me. The years are so tender,
They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep...

All love that has not friendship for its base,
Is like a mansion built upon the sand.
Though b...

This is the way of it, wide world over,
One is beloved, and one is the lover,
One gives and...

I know as my life grows older,
And mine eyes have clearer sight--
That under each rank wrong, ...

Love is the centre and circumference;
The cause and aim of all things--'tis the key
To joy and...

Here now, forevermore, our lives must part.
My path leads there, and yours another way.
What...

Wherefore in dreams are sorrows borne anew,
A healed wound opened, or the past revived?
Last ...

With noiseless steps good goes its way;
The earth shakes under evil's tread.
We hear the uproa...

The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet
And clasps the summer with a new delight,
Yet...

Through rivers of veins on the nameless quest
The tide of my life goes hurriedly sweeping,
Til...

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone,
For the sad old earth must ...

Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee,
That goes forth through the summer day and sings, ...

So we must part forever; and although
I long have beat my wings and cried to go,
Free from you...

As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts
Chisel and hammer to the block at hand,
Before my...

I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge,
And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp.
H...