| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | To H. D. | | By Frances Gregg |
| | | YOU were all loveliness to me— | |
| Sea-mist, the spring, | |
| The blossoming of trees, | |
| The wind, | |
| Giver-of-Dreams. | 5 |
| Then— | |
| A wistful silence guarded you about, | |
| As in the spring | |
| Iris and anemone are guarded. | |
| And like a flame | 10 |
| Your beauty burned and wrought me | |
| Into a bell, | |
| Whose single note | |
| Was echo of your silence. | |
| Now— | 15 |
| You sing. | |
| And I, muted, | |
| Yet vibrate throughout, | |
| Stirred by your hymn’s immemorial burden; | |
| “Spare us from loveliness!” | 20 | | | |
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