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

Ascension

Helen Hoyt

From “The Harp”

OUR love died and went into the grave.

We piled stones upon it.

Both of us piled stones upon it.

We did not dream that it would ever rise again;

Now it has come forth

With new life, not as its old life;

With radiance about its head:

Lifted apart from us; beyond the unhappy clay.