Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Bringers of GiftsHelen Birch-Bartlett
From “A Line-a-day for Certain Lovers”
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We stood, and watched the boats upon the river.
But the deeper peace that I knew at last
Was not in your eyes’ grey depths.
You drank but the remembrance of sorrow;
I knew but the fragrance of your spirit
When the censer
Lay broken at my feet.
We watched the life of the river.
We saw the lights appear….