Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
I Met Three LoversEda Lou Walton
From “Hill Songs”
I
In a crowd:
One was free,
And one was bowed,
And the third one spoke
Too loud.
I spoke just this:
“Walk to the hill-tops
If you would kiss;
For to me it has always
Seemed amiss
To lend my lips
In a valley.”
Went with me—
My stalwart lover
Who was free.
He saw the sadness
In my eyes,
And left me
Laughingly.
The way was long,
But as we went
His step grew strong.
He saw the laughter
On my lips,
And only kissed
My finger-tips.
Went up with me.
His voice grew soft
In humility;
So on the hills
I gave my kiss,
And spent my life
In the valley.