| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Though One Should Strive | | By Nancy Byrd Turner |
| | | LOVE is the hearts last light to die! | |
| Though one should strive in stubborn pain | |
| To quench its beauty utterly, | |
| Yet were his labor vain. | |
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| Yes, often, when the night is deep | 5 |
| For all the far forgetful years | |
| A face looks star-like on my sleep, | |
| And I awake with tears! | | | | |
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