| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 278. The Cedars |
| | | By Josephine Preston Peabody |
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| ALL down the years the fragrance came, | |
| The mingled fragrance, with a flame, | |
| Of cedars breathing in the sun, | |
| The cedar-trees of Lebanon. | |
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| O thirst of song in bitter air, | 5 |
| And hope, wing-hurt from iron care, | |
| What balm of myrrh and honey, won | |
| From far-off trees of Lebanon! | |
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| Not from these eyelids yet have I | |
| Ever beheld that early sky. | 10 |
| Why do they call me through the sun?— | |
| Even the trees of Lebanon? | |
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