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Was an American poet and novelist who was popular before World War II.
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Elinor Wylie's poems
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The sailorman's child
And the girl of the witch--
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Why should my sleepy heart be taught
To whistle mocking-bird replies?
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For a picture
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The garden's full of scented wallflowers,
And, save that these stir faintly, nothing stirs;
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Stripping an almond tree in flower
The wise apothecary's skill
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Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain,
Upon the steep cliffs of the town.
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When the world turns completely upside down
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The rain's cold grains are silver-gray
Sharp as golden sands,
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Upbroke the sun
In red-gold foam;
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Man, the egregious egoist
(In mystery the twig is bent)
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You are a rose, but set with sharpest spine;
You are a pretty bird that pecks at me;
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