Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

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Now let no charitable hope 
Confuse my mind with images 
Of eagle and of antelope: 
I am by nature none of these. 

I was, being human, born alone; 
I am, being woman, hard beset; 
I live by squeezing from a stone 
What little nourishment I get. 

In masks outrageous and austere 
The years go by in single file; 
But none has merited my fear, 
And none has quite escaped my smile.

1. The Fairy Goldsmith
2. Silver Filigree
3. Address to My Soul
4. Little Joke
5. Parting Gift

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