Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Oh That Love Has Come at All!Mark Turbyfill
From “Wind-flowers”
I
The high keen edge
Of dreams is not sharp
Enough; and the rose
Is not enough red.
I am tired with emptiness,
For love has not come swift enough.
But do thou weave, O heart,
A slender song:
Touched
That love has come at all!