Poems by Elinor Wylie
Love Song
... Whether your ringlets should be curled, ...
Madman's Song
... Than to sleep with your head on a golden pillow, ...
Nadir
... Gall from black grapes--to sew an endless seam ...
Nancy
... The dextrous touch that shaped the soul of you, ...
Now let no charitable hope
... And none has quite escaped my smile ...
October
... Water and light are wearing thin: ...
Ophelia
... When my curls touch my shoulder ...
Phases of the Moon
... Turn to the East or turn to the West ...
Poor Earth
... The sun has strapped it to his wheel ...
Pretty Words
... Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, ...
Primavera in the North
... She has danced for leagues and leagues, ...
Prophecy
... On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint, ...
Quarrel
... My speech . . . and all my lights go out ...
Sanctuary
... His lustrous bricks are brighter than blood, ...
Sea Lullaby
... In sheathings of silk The sea creeps to pillage, ...
