Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
CloverEdith Wyatt
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To him who listeneth
Upon the pastured lea,
Is like the monotone
Of some far sheep-bell, blown
From tranquil Arcady.
That late and crimson blows
And frosted dies,
Smell, as in green and dew,
The first, first rose that blew
In waking Paradise.
Shall tell the listening sense
Of men who guess—
Men whose far lives shall range
On paths remote and strange—
Our happiness?