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

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Sara Teasdale

From “Love Songs”

WHAT do I owe to you

Who loved me deep and long?

You never gave my spirits wings

Nor gave my heart a song.

But oh, to him I loved,

Who loved me not at all,

I owe the little gate

That led through heaven’s wall.