Solitude
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
1850 to 1919
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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But one by one
We must all file on
But shrink from voicing care.
Weep, and you weep alone;
Your nectared wine,
It has trouble enough of its own.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
For a long and lordly train;
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
But it cannot help you die.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Be sad, and you lose them all;
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Fast, and the world goes by;
But they do not want your woe.
There are none to decline
For the sad old earth
The echoes bound
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Of all your pleasure,
Grieve, and they turn and go;
Succeed and give,
Must borrow its mirth,
There is room in the halls of pleasure
And it helps you live,
They want full measure
To a joyful sound,
Rejoice, and men will seek you;