| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Fly On! | | By Grace Fallow Norton |
| | | O DOVE, you lay on the altar of her | |
| Called Venus, called goddess of love. | |
| Your wings were wounded, you did not stir. | |
| And you died mid her flowers, O Dove. | |
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| But a breath stirred the world, it flooded to you, | 5 |
| And you quivered and lived, O Dove! | |
| And lifted your wings and flewand flew | |
| To Mary, called mother of love. | |
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| And you touched the son of Mary, the maid, | |
| By the great white throne of love. | 10 |
| But the flowers at Marys footstool fade, | |
| And you died mid her flowers, O Dove! | |
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| Oh, live again! Fly on to mine own, | |
| Mine own bright garden of love! | |
| The wind is cold round the ancient throne, | 15 |
| And my day desires you, O Dove! | | | | |
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