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

Whispering Often

Edwin Ford Piper

WHEN sunlight marries the swaying branches,

With shadowy dancings the rite is said—

To the crooning of easeful winds and waters,

Whispering often, “I love you, I love you.”

Now in wedded lilies the juices bubble,

And saps make music about the heart.

With flower on flower the spring is yearning

For the Easter of love, the sacrament of love,

The passion of the earth and the passion of the sky;

Whispering often, “I love you, I love you.”