| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Lyrics | | By Harold Cook |
| | I YOUR hands— | |
| Lilies of white flame! | |
| Your hands | |
| That knew … | |
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| But now, | 5 |
| Crossed thus | |
| And cold, | |
| They are more beautiful | |
| Than eucharist lilies cooled with snow. | |
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II All day her hair lay spread upon the grass | 10 |
| Where winds pass; | |
| (I could not pass). | |
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| And now, | |
| Here in the midst of heaven— | |
| In this music room, | 15 |
| God’s resting room— | |
| Above angelic singing | |
| Through my heart will pass | |
| This memory, this song: | |
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| All day her hair lay spread upon the grass | 20 |
| Where winds pass; | |
| (I could not pass). | | | | |
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