Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
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And laughter and song and sun;
And when I leave thee, O Beloved,
Thou art not away …
For I am gathering cherries in the tree-tops of thy meditation.
For thou sweepest through me like a great wind;
And thou leavest no dust behind nor anything foreign,
But pathways, pathways!—
That thy thoughts have followed.
For always it has a flower in the grass,
And a tree overhead;
And the stream of thy laughter flows ever along …
Oh, the slope of thy bosom is covered with clover in the morning!
That open boldly to the moon!
And the strong sweep of the flood
Thou hidest in the ravines of thy sleep!
And a sister of the rose;
Thy kisses are as keen as the grass at midnight,
And thy tenderness a bowl of new milk.