"When the world turns completely upside down You say we’ll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from Balt…"

"The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong;…"

"When strawberries go begging, and the sleek Blue plums lie open to the blackbird’s beak, We shall live well — we shal…"

"Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones There’s something in this richness that I hate. I love the look, austere, imma…"

"I love those skies, thin blue or snowy gray, Those fields sparse-planted, rendering meagre sheaves; That spring, brie…"

"The rain’s cold grains are silver-gray Sharp as golden sands, A bell is clanging, people sway Hanging by their hands."

"Orchard of the strangest fruits Hanging from the skies; Brothers, yet insensate brutes Who fear each others’ eyes."

"One man stands as free men stand As if his soul might be Brave, unbroken; see his hand Nailed to an oaken tree."

"Wylie and Millay were standard in high school-women whom I really loved."

"It is not in the power of an organization which has insulted Elinor Wylie, to honour me."