Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Modern Love SongRobert Nichols
From “Two Songs of the Enigma”
For L. F. S.
N
And the sun fills the flaring trees,
And everything is mad, lit, dumb,
And in the pauses of the breeze
A far voice seems to call me home
To haven beyond woods and leas—
The spell which binds our troubled dust
With hint of divine frustrated things;
The Soul’s deep doubt and desperate trust
That she at sunset shall find wings
To bear her beyond Now and Must.
And set your lips upon my lips,
That so I may be comforted;
For ah! the world so from me slips,
To the world-sunset I am sped
Where Soul and Silence come to grips
And Love stands sore-astonishèd.