I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn't you be my friend?
Ella Wheeler WilcoxWhen we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxWiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. "Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight; Twas he who sent me here to-night." "God knows," the man said afterward, "The fight itself was not so hard."
Ella Wheeler Wilcox