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

Treasure

Louise Driscoll

WHAT will I remember and what will I forget?

Apple trees in blossom or wind at break of day?

I sang a song that no one heard—I shall be singing yet,

Out beyond the high stars and through the Milky Way!

One said he loved me and one said not a word,

You walked beside me and never heard me sing!

I waited in the darkness like a brooding bird,

And death came like a lover with a golden ring.