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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  The New Poetry: An Anthology.  1917.
267. I Give Thanks
By Grace Fallow Norton
THERE’S one that I once loved so much
  I am no more the same.
I give thanks for that transforming touch.
  I tell you not his name.
He has become a sign to me        5
  For flowers and for fire.
For song he is a sign to me
  And for the broken lyre.
And I have known him in a book
  And never touched his hand.        10
And he is dead—I need not took
  For him through his green land.
Heaven may not be. I have no faith,
  But this desire I have—
To take my soul on my last breath,        15
  To lift it like a wave,
And surge unto his star and say,
  His friendship had been heaven;
And pray, for clouds that closed his day
  May light at last be given!        20
And say, he shone at noon so bright
  I learned to run and rejoice!
And beg him for one last delight—
  The true sound of his voice.
There’s one that once moved me so much        25
  I am no more the same;
And I pray I too, I too, may touch
  Some heart with singing flame.


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