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