Fate used me meanly; but I looked at her and laughed,
That none might know how bitter was the cup I quaffed.
Along came Joy, and paused beside me where I sat,
Saying, 'I came to see what you were laughing at.'
Reward
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Suggested Poems
Explore a curated selection of verses that share themes, styles, and emotional resonance with the poem you've just read.