Poems by Elinor Wylie
Silver Filigree
... Falling, freezing, to brittle ...
Spring Pastoral
... Dabble your hands, and steep them well ...
Sunset on the Spire
... All that I Can ever ask ...
The Child on the Curbstone
... They flamed, they flashed, his brow they splashed, ...
The Church-Bell
... Then, with a shout, "Be brave!"The rumbling of the market-carts, ...
The Crooked Stick
... First Traveller: It's the sort of crooked stick that shepherds know ...
The Eagle and the Mole
... With roots of trees and stones, ...
The Fairy Goldsmith
... A silvery fish.Here are pearls all strung ...
The Falcon
... Her wings are coloured like the sun, ...
The Lion and the Lamb
... I saw a Tiger's golden flank, ...
The Lost Path
... On the house deep in the silence, and no one come ...
The Pekingese
... For a pictureThis Pekingese, that makes the sand-grains spin, ...
The Poor Old Cannon
... At the Soldier's Home:"Whenever I hear ...
The Prinkin' Leddie
... Where the rocks are all bare an' the turf is all sodden, ...
The Puritan's Ballad
... 'How beautiful a wife!'And I shall fold my decorous paws ...
