Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
OvertonesBabette Deutsch
From “Semper Eadem”
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There is no need for silence now.
I am content to listen, and watch you now.
Your voice stops while you walk.
And toss back from your brow
The lock that always falls across your brow.
Your grin is tinged with doubt.
And ranching—it goes on somehow.
Don’t stop, or it will be too much somehow,
And you will hear my heart.