Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
At the Three FountainsArthur Symons
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Where birds and monks the whole day sing
His praises in a pleasant ease,
Here, after all our wandering?
These gates are closèd, even on Rome.
Here, in the garden of that death
Which was for love’s sake, need we fear
Love’s lingering, last, longed-for breath,
Shut in upon eternity?