Elinor Morton Wylie née Hoyt (September 7, 1885 – December 16, 1928) was an American poet and novelist who was popular before World War II. Wylie was born in Somerville, New Jersey. Her grandfather, Henry M. Hoyt, was a governor of Pennsylvania; she was raised in this socially prominent family in Washington, D.C. Her aunt was Helen Hoyt, a minor poet. In 1912, she graduated from the Holton-Arms School in Bethesda, Maryland. She eloped with Philip Hichborn, and later eloped with Horace Wylie. She married three times and had a son by her first husband. Her last marriage (in 1923) was to William Rose Benét, who was part of her literary circle.
a crowded trolley car
The rain's cold grains are silver-gray
Sharp as golden sands,
A bell is clanging, people s...[read poem]
The rain's cold grains are silver-gray
Sharp as golden sands,
A bell is clanging, people s...
upon apparel
God gave us Cloaths to hide our Nakedness,
And we by them, do it expose to...[read poem]
God gave us Cloaths to hide our Nakedness,
And we by them, do it expose to...
upon the disobedient child
Children become, while little, our delights,
When they grow bigger, they begin to fright's....[read poem]
Children become, while little, our delights,
When they grow bigger, they begin to fright's....
upon time and eternity
Eternity is like unto a Ring.
Time, like to Measure, doth it self extend;
Measure commence...[read poem]
Eternity is like unto a Ring.
Time, like to Measure, doth it self extend;
Measure commence...
upon the vine-tree
What is the Vine, more than another Tree,
Nay most, than it, more tall, more comly be?
Wha...[read poem]
What is the Vine, more than another Tree,
Nay most, than it, more tall, more comly be?
Wha...
pretty words
Poets make pets of pretty, docile words:
I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish
Whi...[read poem]
Poets make pets of pretty, docile words:
I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish
Whi...
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