Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
PresageF. S. Putnam
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Not for quiet moods or thoughts that bless;
He has loved me for my wayward grace,
Not because he knew my tenderness.
As a moth or darting dragonfly.
There’s no memory of peace to heal
Any wound that comes. Our love will die.