When strawberries go begging, and the sleek
More quotes by Elinor Wylie
Under oak, ash and thorn
My soul was born.
Under thorn, oak and ash
My body bent to the lash.
Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones
There’s something in this richness that I hate.
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