| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 377. “Feuerzauber” |
| | | By Louis Untermeyer |
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| I NEVER knew the earth had so much gold— | |
| The fields run over with it, and this hill | |
| Hoary and old, | |
| Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill. | |
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| Such golden fires, such yellow—lo, how good | 5 |
| This spendthrift world, and what a lavish God— | |
| This fringe of wood, | |
| Blazing with buttercup and goldenrod. | |
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| You too, beloved, are changed. Again I see | |
| Your face grow mystical, as on that night | 10 |
| You turned to me, | |
| And all the trembling world—and you—were white. | |
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| Aye, you are touched; your singing lips grow dumb; | |
| The fields absorb you, color you entire…. | |
| And you become | 15 |
| A goddess standing in a world of fire! | |
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