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

The Transient

Dorothy Butts

From “The Passers-by”

DEAR, take my love and do not hesitate.

You think that I shall always wait,

I am so calm.

(It is to reassure, and to inspire

New confidence in you.)

Quick, take my love before it is too late!

Here are my hands held out to give to you

Their treasures—some old, some new,

All dear to me.

Oh, do not agonize me by delay,

And musing which to take!

Quick!—say I gave them to you, passing through.