Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
TriumphHelen Hoyt
From “The Harp”
O T
Splendor of self-delight and exaltation,
I have felt you in little moments,
Moments of nothingness,
More than in great times of applause.
I am alone, walking or dancing—
Suddenly you come
And lift up my hands as if they would reach the stars.
I could shake the stars and the world for sheer merriment of power;
I will run laughing and shouting with you through all the streets of the world!