In Memory of Elinor Schloss Wikler
Oh, she was beautiful in every part!
The auburn hair that bound the subtle brain;
The lovely mouth cut clear
by wit and pain,
Uttering oaths and nonsense, uttering art In casual speech and curving at the smart On startled ears of excellence too plain For early morning! --- Obit. Death from strain; The soaring mind outstripped the tethered heart.
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Yet here was one who had no need to die To be remembered. Every word she said, The lively malice of the hazel eye Scanning the thumb-nail close --- oh, dazzling dead, How like a comet through the darkening sky You raced! . . . would your return were heralded.
--“To Elinor Wylie,” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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