"Anticipation is sweeter than realisation"

It may be, yet I have not found it so.
    In those first golden dreams of future fame
    I did not find such happiness as came
When toil was crowned with triumph. Now I know
My words have recognition, and will go
    Straight to some listening heart, my early aim,
    To win the idle glory of a name,
Pales like a candle in the noonday's glow.

So with the deeper joys of which I dreamed:
    Life yields more rapture than did childhood's fancies,
    And each year brings more pleasure than I waited.
Friendship proves truer than of old it seemed,
    And, all beyond youth's passion-hued romances,
    Love is more perfect than anticipated.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

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