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

Without Sleep

Glenway Wescott

From “Still-hunt”

HE earns the oblivion of book and shelf

Who will have for muse a Beatrice

Sitting content by the hearth

To whisper his history and thought.

Poet uncuckolded, he hears

No mad ethereal crying

For merciless cloud and ridge

Tormented by the golden horn.

Ah, she will never lift

Her intolerant head like a stag

And scorn him, thinking of wind

And naked hunter and his hallooing hound.