| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | To One Beloved | | By Glenn Ward Dresbach |
| | | BECAUSE I willed to have it so | |
| I went last night where great trees grow, | |
| And under them I made a bed | |
| Of leaves and grasses, and my head | |
| Was pillowed on the ripened clover … | 5 |
| It was beside a mountain stream | |
| Where laden branches, bending over, | |
| Make many patterns for a dream. | |
| And there before I slept I heard | |
| The leaves make melodies that stirred | 10 |
| An answer in my heart, and soon | |
| New beauties flooded from the moon | |
| About that cool, calm place. To me | |
| Was given as to stream and grass and tree … | |
| And now I come this morning to the town | 15 |
| With sunlight over me, | |
| Like a sun-crested river that goes down | |
| To give its light to the sea. | |
| I am as grass that has known touch of dew, | |
| I am as leaves the moonlight has shone through. | 20 |
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| This is the morning when I may express | |
| More understanding of your loveliness. | | | | |
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