Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Old Love and NewSara Teasdale
From “Love Songs”
I
Struggled with the new,
It was ghostly waking
All night through.
That my old love said,
Ranged themselves reproachfully
Round my bed.
For I seemed to see
Dark eyes of my new love
Fixed on me.
How can I be true?
Shall I be faithless to myself
Or to you?