| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 18. Dialogue |
| | | By Walter Conrad Arensberg |
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| BE patient, Life, when Love is at the gate, | |
| And when he enters let him be at home. | |
| Think of the roads that he has had to roam. | |
| Think of the years that he has had to wait. | |
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| But if I let Love in I shall be late. | 5 |
| Another has come first—there is no room. | |
| And I am thoughtful of the endless loom— | |
| Let Love be patient, the importunate. | |
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| O Life, be idle and let Love come in, | |
| And give thy dreamy hair that Love may spin. | 10 |
| But Love himself is idle with his song. | |
| Let Love come last, and then may Love last long. | |
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| Be patient, Life, for Love is not the last. | |
| Be patient now with Death, for Love has passed. | |
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