Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
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And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, belovèd,—
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,—
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.