Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
To No One in ParticularWitter Bynner
From “Presences”
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Find her, you look away;
Now mine I never quite discern,
But trace her every day.
As surely seen and heard
As birds that hide behind a leaf
Or leaves that hide a bird.
You cloak her face with clay;
Now mine I never quite discern—
And never look away.