Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
MemoryHelen Hoyt
From “The Harp”
I
I know that surely we kissed and cried and ate together;
I remember our places and games, and plans we had—
The little house and how all came to naught—
Remember well:
But I cannot remember our love,
I cannot remember our love.