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

Snow

Muriel Ciolkowska

From “Tonight”

THIS night my body is an offering—

I am carried to you.

Years I was near you

And you were far.

But tonight of all nights

Was not the night

To be parted.

I would fain go forth

And seek you,

And sink down by you,

As the flakes falling outside

Sink into the cushioned ground.

And that which is me

Is also a field

Glowing and boundless.