Now Let No Charitable Hope
Elinor Wylie
1885 to 1928
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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I am by nature none of these.
And none has quite escaped my smile.
Of eagle and of antelope:
The little nourishment I get.
In masks outrageous and austere
I was, being human, born alone;
I am, being woman, hard beset;
Confuse my mind with images
But none has merited my fear,
I live by squeezing from a stone
Now let no charitable hope
The years go by in single file;