Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
DesireLuella Stewart
For glad eternities
I make no prayer…..
Only to drown in your deep eyes
(Eyes shy and strange, that haunt me night and day),
Leap with the young blood laughing through your veins—
One, one with you, as dew finds at last the sea—
Thus to the dark gods’ knees
I bring my prayer!
I make no prayer…..
When ’mid the tumult of strange seas
Or on a blood-red field beneath cold stars
Into the dark your glad young soul is blown,
One, one with you—I too, to the unknown goal—
Thus to dark gods I raise
Ever my prayer!