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
I am better able to imagine hell than heaven it is my inheritance, I suppose. – Elinor Wylie
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
I am better able to imagine hell than heaven it is my inheritance, I suppose. – Elinor Wylie