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

Mary, Mary, My Love

Edward Sapir

WHY are you trembling so,

Mary, Mary, my love?

Why are your hands so cold,

Your hands that burn my lips?

And the night is throbbing with us,

Mary, Mary, my love;

But your little hands are cold,

Your hands that have set me aflame.

I know why you tremble so,

Mary, Mary, my love.

I know why your hands are cold,

I see your eyes aflame.

And we are one in the silence,

Mary, Mary, my love.

We are one in your trembling,

One in our hearts aflame.

We are one in the night,

My Mary, Mary, beloved!