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

To Celia

III. Songs Ascending

LOVE has been sung a thousand ways—

So let it be;

The songs ascending in your praise

Through all my days

Are three.

Your cloud-white body first I sing;

Your love was heaven’s blue,

And I, a bird, flew carolling

In ring on ring

Of you.

Your nearness is the second song;

When God began to be,

And bound you strongly, right or wrong,

With his own thong,

To me.

But oh, the song, eternal, high,

That tops these two!—

You live forever, you who die,

I am not I

But you.