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

Old Love and New

Sara Teasdale

From “Love Songs”

IN my heart the old love

Struggled with the new,

It was ghostly waking

All night through.

Dear things, kind things

That my old love said,

Ranged themselves reproachfully

Round my bed.

But I could not heed them,

For I seemed to see

Dark eyes of my new love

Fixed on me.

Old love, old love,

How can I be true?

Shall I be faithless to myself

Or to you?