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

To One Beloved

Glenn Ward Dresbach

BECAUSE I willed to have it so

I went last night where great trees grow,

And under them I made a bed

Of leaves and grasses, and my head

Was pillowed on the ripened clover …

It was beside a mountain stream

Where laden branches, bending over,

Make many patterns for a dream.

And there before I slept I heard

The leaves make melodies that stirred

An answer in my heart, and soon

New beauties flooded from the moon

About that cool, calm place. To me

Was given as to stream and grass and tree …

And now I come this morning to the town

With sunlight over me,

Like a sun-crested river that goes down

To give its light to the sea.

I am as grass that has known touch of dew,

I am as leaves the moonlight has shone through.

This is the morning when I may express

More understanding of your loveliness.