Atavism (Elinor Wylie Poems)
I was always afraid of Somes's Pond: Not the little pond, by which the willow stands, Where laughing boys catch ...
I was always afraid of Somes's Pond: Not the little pond, by which the willow stands, Where laughing boys catch ...
BARCAROLE ON THE STYX Fair youth with the rose at your lips, A riddle is hid in your eyes; Discard ...
The old moon is tarnished With smoke of the flood, The dead leaves are varnished With colour like blood. A ...
Within my house of patterned horn I sleep in such a bed As men may keep before they're born And ...
Too high, too high to pluck My heart shall swing. A fruit no bee shall suck, No wasp shall sting. ...
1 When the world turns completely upside down You say we'll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from ...
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