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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Oh That Love Has Come at All!

Mark Turbyfill

From “Wind-flowers”

I AM he who expects too much.

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!