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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Unloved

Alison Buchanan

STEPHEN, son of me,

You will never be born, my dear.

Light of day you will never see,

And the earth-sounds never hear.

But after I have died,

When I come to the courts of the sun—

Though husband-love I have never had,

And lovers never a one—

You will stand with a ripple of joy

On the lips that have never smiled,

And I shall clasp my son at last—

My child, my child!