| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Modern Love Song | | By Robert Nichols |
| | From “Two Songs of the Enigma” For L. F. S.
NOW that the evenfall is come | |
| And the sun fills the flaring trees, | |
| And everything is mad, lit, dumb, | |
| And in the pauses of the breeze | |
| A far voice seems to call me home | 5 |
| To haven beyond woods and leas— | |
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| I feel again how sharply stings | |
| The spell which binds our troubled dust | |
| With hint of divine frustrated things; | |
| The Soul’s deep doubt and desperate trust | 10 |
| That she at sunset shall find wings | |
| To bear her beyond Now and Must. | |
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| So place your head against my head | |
| And set your lips upon my lips, | |
| That so I may be comforted; | 15 |
| For ah! the world so from me slips, | |
| To the world-sunset I am sped | |
| Where Soul and Silence come to grips | |
| And Love stands sore-astonishèd. | | | | |
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