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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By D. H. Lawrence
OH, if I could have put you in my heart,
If but I could have wrapped you in myself,
How glad I should have been! And now the chart
Of your lost face unrolls itself to me—
Or dead, or still, or grieved, or glad, or hurt.        5
And oh, that you had never, never been
Some of your selves, my love; I would that some
Of your several faces I had never seen!
For still the night through will they come and go
One after each, and show me what they mean.        10
And oh, my love, as I rock for you tonight,
And have not any longer any hope
Of sweeping out old sorrows with the bright
Sure love that could have helped you through the fight,
I own that some of me is dead tonight.        15

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