Poems by Elinor Wylie
The Tortoise in Eternity
... Men's troubled dreams of death and birth ...
Valentine
... A fruit no bee shall suck, ...
Velvet Shoes
... We shall walk through the still town ...
Venetian Interior
... Slides both white feet across the slanted beams ...
Village Mystery
... And cloak blue-gray like a pigeon's wing, ...
Wild Peaches
... We'll live among wild peach trees, miles from town, ...
Winter Sleep
... It is sweet in their bones, O sweet, sweet, sweet! ...
Epitaph
... Pain left her lips more clear than glass ...
Little Elegy
... No bird have grace ...
Full Moon
... Shouldering the thoughts I loathed, ...
Speed the Parting—
... They survive in a glance that crossed them, ...
The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart
... made, like a casket of goldFor my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart ...
