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

Joy

Maurine Smith

JOY, Joy, run over me

Like water over a shining stone;

And I beneath your sweet shall be

No longer hungry and alone.

The light at my heart’s gate is lit—

My love, my love is tending it!