Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Love UntoldEarl Marlatt
I
How much I love you.
A haunting legend frightens me.
Knew sacredly
What I have learned and fear:
The swan that sings its soul
Must die, my dear,
Must die.
How much I love you.
But—
Once, long ago,
Who loved you so divinely,
That he hung upon a cross
And died—
Died shamefully—for you.
How much I love you, sweet-my-dear,
Unless I die—
Unless I die.