| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920. 1920. |
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| Alone in Spring |
| | | Caroline Giltinan |
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| I NEVER met the Spring alone before: | |
| The flowers, birds, the loveliness of trees, | |
| For with me always there was one I love— | |
| And love is shield against such gifts as these. | |
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| But now I am alone, alone, alone; | 5 |
| The days and nights one long remembering. | |
| Did other Aprils that we shared possess | |
| The hurting beauty of this living Spring? | |
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| I never met the Spring alone before— | |
| My starving grief—this radiance of gold!… | 10 |
| To be alone, when Spring is being born, | |
One should be dead—or suddenly grown old.
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