Hail, element of earth, receive thy own And cherish, at thy charitable breast, This man, this mongrel beast: He plows the sand, and, at his hardest need, He sows himself for seed.
Elinor Morton Hoyt Wylie (1885 - 1928)
Source: Hymn to Earth, 1929, st. 6
Contributed by: Zaady
Enshrine her and she dies, who had The hard heart of a child.
Source: Beauty, 1921
Honeyed words like bees Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.
Source: Pretty Words
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