“ In masks outrageous and austere, The years go by in single file But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile. Elinor Wylie
“ I love bright words, words up and singing early;Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,Like midsummer moths,… Elinor Wylie
