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

To a Friend

Minor Watson

AS a child parts the petals of a rose,

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.