Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A Garden in the DesertHarriet Monroe
From “Poems of Travel”
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Like petals one by one
Down from yon tree whose flowers all
Must vanish in the sun.
Odorous, rosy-white,
Falling to our green world here
Off the thick boughs of night.
Tomorrow is today.
Always the buzzing bee flies,
Who never flies away.
Its chalice for the sun.
The mountains at the world’s bounds
Their purple chorals run.
Free of this mortal scheme,
Look out beyond desire’s end
And dream the spacious dream.