Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
Romance
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Or tremble in the traffic of the days?
Our hearts are music-makers in the clouds,
Our feet are running on the heavenly ways.
Within the hollow of the sacred tree.
There is a spirit in the eastern sky,
Calling along the dawn to you and me.
The yellow wine that keeps the angels young—
We are the chosen lovers of the earth
For whom alone the golden comb was hung.