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