Ella Wheeler Wilcox (5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin)

The enduring significance and substance contained in this magnificently evocative and resilient poem touches the latent strings of subdued emotions with forceful resonance. It is easily one of the best poems I have ever read of English poetry. The bitter taste of the stanzas speak inevitably about the rustic human nature, since very few of us behold the morals to lift somebody from distress and make him/her feel happy...................

it's mirth? ? ? NO. There is no apostrophe in the possessive its YOU COMPLETE FUCKING ILLITERATE MORONS

Absolutely true. My number one on the list.

So true. This should be higher up on the list!

When feeling alone,
Converse with a poem...

In response to J. Hays and Lori Smith.

I agree, the same applies to me. I may be surround by many people but none are truly my friends, I guess I'm all alone...

I was only the age of seven when my mother recited this poem to me. It was after a judo match. The poem has been by my bed for years. The poem has brought me back from self pity. It has saved me from committing sucide as my mother did.
Dearest mother why did you not remember the poem?

I learned this poem in the 80's and have not been able to 'forget' it. It says so much, and has inspired me to write a lot myself then, and now.

I bumped into this poem and i loved it since. it keeps me company when i'm feeling out there, alone, the title of the poem says it all.

Rest in peace Richard Jeni