We two make banquets of the plainest fare;
In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure;
We hide with wreaths the furrowed brow of care
And win to smiles the set lips of despair.
For us life always moves with lilting measure;
We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919) American author, poet, temperance advocate, spiritualist

Poem (1900-05), “We Two,” st. 2, The Century Magazine, Vol. 60, No. 1
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Collected in Poems of Power (1902)