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

The Silence

Anna Wickham

WHEN I meet you, I greet you with a stare,

Like a poor shy child at a fair.

I will not let you love me—yet am I weak,

I love you so intensely that I cannot speak.

When you are gone I stand apart,

And whisper to your image in my heart.