Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
I Have Found My BelovedHelen Hoyt
From “The Harp”
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O pink blossoms, white blossoms, fragrance of love!
I have found my beloved in the time of apple blossoms—
O beauty and fragrance!
Soon will the apples push out their green sides,
Soon will they round into happy red—
The boughs of the trees will bend and be weighed down with that ripe burden,
With that rich burden of fruit,
That fragrance of red!