Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

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The little beauty that I was allowed—
The lips new-cut and coloured by my sire,
The polished hair, the eyes' perceptive fire—
Has never been enough to make me proud:
For I have moved companioned by a cloud,
And lived indifferent to the blood's desire
Of temporal loveliness in vain attire:
My flesh was but a fresh-embroidered shroud.

Now do I grow indignant at the fate
Which made me so imperfect to compare
With your degree of noble and of fair;
Our elements are the farthest skies apart;
And I enjoin you, ere it is too late,
To stamp your superscription on my heart.

1. In Our Content, before the Autumn Came
2. Upon Your Heart, Which Is.the Heart of All
3. Absent Thee from Felicity Awhile
4. One Person
5. The Broken Man

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