And let its meaning permeate each day. Whatever comes, This too shall pass away.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxLady beware. Fan not the harmless glow Of admiration into ardent love, Lean not with red curled smiling lips above The flickering spark of sinless flame, and blow, Lest in the sudden waking of desire Thou, like the child, shalt perish in the fire.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxThou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxCome, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful Land Of Nod.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox