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

An Immorality

By Ezra Pound

SING we for love and idleness,

Naught else is worth the having.

Though I have been in many a land,

There is naught else in living.

And I would rather have my sweet,

Though rose-leaves die of grieving,

Than do high deeds in Hungary

To pass all men’s believing.