| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Love Is More Cruel Than Death | | By Maurice Browne |
| | For H IF your hearts desire were an apple, | |
| I would place it in your hand; | |
| From the tree of life I would pluck it | |
| In Eden land. | |
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| If your hearts desire were a sword of steel, | 5 |
| I would fashion it in the flame | |
| And inlay letters upon it | |
| And a stars name. | |
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| If your hearts desire were carven jade, | |
| I would grave for you with my pen | 10 |
| The learning and loneliness and yearning | |
| And wisdom of men. | |
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| But your hearts desire is my friend, | |
| My mothers son, the brother of me, | |
| The friend I wear in my heart, | 15 |
| For fair is he; | |
| He is fair, but far to seek, | |
| And free. | |
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| And I have no power in my hands, | |
| No help, no healing, no gift for you, | 20 |
| Nothing, nothing, save no word spoken | |
| Between us two. | | | | |
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