Poems by Elinor Wylie
A Crowded Trolley-Car
... The rain's cold grains are silver-gray ...
A Proud Lady
... You have taken the arrows and slings ...
Atavism
... Like a polished shell between black spruce and pines, ...
August
... Plucked from some hemlock-darkened northern stream ...
Beauty
... But love her not too much, too much, ...
Bells in the Rain
... The bright drops ring like bells of glass ...
Blood Feud
... At the last His enemies found him by a forest spring, ...
Cold-Blooded Creatures
... That he alone is sentientOf the intolerable load ...
Curious Circumstance
... And the girl of the witch-- ...
Death and the Maiden
... Fair youth with the rose at your lips, ...
Escape
... And the last white antelope is killed, ...
Fire and Sleet and Candlelight
... Your soul's in tatters ...
Incantation
... A white hand Waved from dark walls ...
Les Lauriers Sont Coupée
... Thornless and scentless are their stems and flowers, ...
Little Joke
... From perfect sweetness can distillFrom bitterness in efflorescence, ...
