Now Let No Charitable Hope
Elinor Wylie
1885 to 1928
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Now let no charitable hope
The years go by in single file;
I was, being human, born alone;
Confuse my mind with images
But none has merited my fear,
And none has quite escaped my smile.
The little nourishment I get.
I am by nature none of these.
Of eagle and of antelope:
In masks outrageous and austere
I am, being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing from a stone