Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
I Have but One LoveFrank S. Gordon
From “Gold in the Desert”
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Pine boughs, bend low, sigh ye,
Pine tongues sigh ye with me.
Night-long, I have but one dream—
Hear—me!
Day-long, death hunts my warrior—
Hear—me!—
Truth-tree, I have but one love—
Hear—me!
Crouched over the war-path steals he,
Lynx on-moving steals he,
Wind words steals he from me.
Hear—me!
Long the days and weary!
Restless hours and weary,
Hungered, wearied, wake me.
Listener of the maid’s prayer—
Hear—me!
Messenger of the heart-beat—
Hear—me!
Flute-tree, I have but one call—
Hear—me!
Long the days and dreary!
Lone tree, I have but one love—
Hear—me, hear!