Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
EpilogueHelen Birch-Bartlett
From “A Line-a-day for Certain Lovers”
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The shadow of the earth
Circles the long horizon.
By the shadow of your love.
And over the blue
A rose-pink mist that rises—
That rising, fades.
Crowns the shadow in my heart….
Unless this:
That you suffer a little and are often alone
Because of your love
That breathed upon such a pale flame.