There is no thing we cannot overcome Say not thy evil instinct is inherited, Or that some trait inborn makes thy whole life forlorn, And calls down punishment that is not merited.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxAnd she has a thousand virtues and not one acknowledged sin, But she is the sort of person you could liken to a pin. And she pricks you, and she sticks you, in a way that can't be said, When you seek for what has hurt you, why, you cannot find the head.
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 Wilcox