Now Let No Charitable Hope

Elinor Wylie

1885 to 1928

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But none has merited my fear, 
The years go by in single file; 
Now let no charitable hope 
Of eagle and of antelope: 
In masks outrageous and austere 
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 
And none has quite escaped my smile. 
The little nourishment I get. 
Confuse my mind with images