Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxLet us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxGive us that grand word 'woman' once again, and let's have done with 'lady'; one's a term full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen; and one's a word for lackeys.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxDo you wish the world were better? Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxWhatever your work and whatever its worth, No matter how strong or clever, Some one will sneer if you pause to hear, And scoff at your best endeavor. For the target art has a broad expanse, And wherever you chance to hit it, Though close be your aim to the bull's-eye fame, There are those who will never admit it.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox