Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ReflectionsBabette Deutsch
From “Semper Eadem”
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That touched their color to such troubled light?
Those mirrors wherein mine had shone so bright
Refused the image, looking on the years,
Like naked runners running upon spears,
That showed so impotently few tonight—
The pageant of a passion men requite
With death, and freedom whose chief wage is fears.
But looking on them, mine reflected yours
As the most lucid pool shows stormy skies,
Cloud facing cloud, when deepest calm endures.
And though my lips had drunk your bitter wine,
You would have tasted bitterer, touching mine.