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
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Poem topics: fate, joy, bitter, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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