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

Two Songs

Glenn Ward Dresbach

I
WHEN my dream-robe is tattered,

If ever it is so,

And one may seem to scorn it,

Oh, I shall let him know

That it was torn on points of stars

And gold of the rainbow!

II
When I am dead, oh, speak to me

No words that I have heard,

Lest to my peace come misery,

Lest my calm sleep be stirred

With want of mortal love again!

But bring a drop of April rain,

The dawn-song of a bird,

The leafy lyric of a tree,

A slender flower with its dew—

That I may dream, and seem to be

Dead to all but you!