Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| By Mary Carolyn Davies |
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TO-NIGHT the little girl-nun died. | |
Her hands were laid | |
Across her breast; the last sun tried | |
To kiss her quiet braid; | |
And where the little river cried, | 5 |
Her grave was made. | |
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The little girl-nuns soul, in awe, | |
Went silently | |
To where her brother Christ she saw, | |
Under the Living Tree; | 10 |
He sighed, and his face seemed to draw | |
Her tears, to see. | |
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He laid his hands on her hands mild, | |
And gravely blessed; | |
Blind, they that kept you so, he smiled, | 15 |
With tears unguessed. | |
Saw they not Mary held a child | |
Upon her breast? | |
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