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In Memory of Elinor Schloss Wikler
Oh, she was beautiful in every part!
The auburn hair that bound the subtle brain;
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The lovely mouth cut clear
by wit and pain,
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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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