Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
CompletionEunice Tietjens
From “Facets”
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My heart, like hind at play,
Has grazed in fields of love, and washed in streams
Of quick, imperishable dreams.
Lovely as birches in the moon glimmering,
From coigns of sleep my eyes
Saw dawn and love arise.
Steady in a swinging nest,
My heart at peace lay gloriously
While winds of ecstasy
Beat round me and above.