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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

To H. D.

Frances Gregg

YOU were all loveliness to me—

Sea-mist, the spring,

The blossoming of trees,

The wind,

Giver-of-Dreams.

Then—

A wistful silence guarded you about,

As in the spring

Iris and anemone are guarded.

And like a flame

Your beauty burned and wrought me

Into a bell,

Whose single note

Was echo of your silence.

Now—

You sing.

And I, muted,

Yet vibrate throughout,

Stirred by your hymn’s immemorial burden;

“Spare us from loveliness!”