Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
On the HeightsKonstantin Balmont
Translated from the Russian by Edith Chapman Tracy
I
No longer to thirst for anything.
How poignantly you yielded yourself and became intoxicated
With the fierce wine of my presence!
Sensitively the last veil
Completely melted between us.
Oh, how beautiful, in the temple of the woods,
That irretrievable hour!