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

Bound

Dorothy Dow

From “Handful of Ashes”

TAKE away the magic

You have put on me:

I am held by whispers—

I, who would be free.

I who would be free and false,

Why must I be true?

I fear to move, for hurting

The clinging thoughts of you.

So the sunny branches

Beckon me in vain:

I, beside the hearth-fire,

Huddle to my pain.