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

Wild Rose

W. Bryher

From “Hellenics”

O WILD rose, bend above my face!

There is no world—

Only the beat of your throat against my eyes.

White moss is harsh

Against these soft white petals of your feet.

It is hard to dream you have followed the wild goats

Aslant the perilous hills.

I have only the fire of my heart to offer you,

O peach-red lily of my love!