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 on fear
I am better able to imagine hell than heaven it is my inheritance, I suppose. Elinor Wylie on imagination
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 on smile