Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
To a FriendMinor Watson
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Seeking perplexed, within the perfumed core,
A tangible sweetness—so my thoughts explore
This twilit hour, through many a fragrant close,
Our interfolded years. Proud Memory shows
Old visions of far days, bright in her store
Beside the light last speech we loitered o’er;
So thornless-fair our Rose of Friendship blows.
But whence the subtle sweetness which makes rare
Slight, common joys, so they be shared by you;
Or why, that distant hour, each spirit chose
Instant the other? Sense may not lay bare
The mystery of love I thus pursue
As a child parts the petals of a rose.