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
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.
If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now. Elinor Wylie
If any have a stone to throw It is not I, ever or now.
I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose. Elinor Wylie
I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose.
