Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
Poems of Passion — Desolation
(1883)
“ When the heart, like a watch, runs out of gear, And all the savor goes out of the year, Oh, then is the time—if we can—to weep! But no tears soften this dull, pale woe; We must sit and face it with dry, sad eyes. If we seek to hold it, the swifter joy flies— We can only be passive, and let it go. ”
