Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Nirvana
By John Hall Wheelock
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Over the stars that murmur as they go
Lighting your lattice-window far below.
And every star some of the glory spells
Whereof I know.
Like the sweet, silver singing of thin bells
Vanished, or music fading faint and low.
Sleep on—I lie at heaven’s high oriels,
Who loved you so.