Let No Charitable Hope
Elinor Wylie

Now let no Charitable hope
Confuse my mind with images
Of eagle and of antelope:
I am by nature none of these.

I was being human, born alone;
I am being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing a stone
The little nourishment I get.

In mask outrageous and austere
The years go by in single file;
But more has merited my fere,
And more has quite escaped my smile.

Elinore Wyle born on September 7, 1885, in 
Summerville, New Jersey, was poet and 
novelist. She died on December 16, 1928