I came across Ella Wheeler Wilcox today. I love her Solitude I find it’s in time with my natural rhythm. I feel like she wrote it for me.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.

Solitude – Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Then in No Classes she hits the nail on the head again. Particulary apt given the homeless crisis in Ireland. Where our land-owners, landlords, and developer beaus sneer at the have nots. Not by voice alone, but also by action. Are these the importuning mendicants she refers to?

No classes here! Why, that is idle talk.
The village beau sneers at the country boor;
The importuning mendicants who walk
Our cites’ streets despise the parish poor.

No Classes – Ella Wheeler Wilcox