Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
I Did Not KnowMargaret Widdemer
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So silver-soft your loving came—
There were no trumpets down the dawning,
There were no leaping tides of flame:
On a tired land with drought foredone,
Only a warmth like light soft lying
On a shut place that had not sun.
I only miss you, day and night,
Stilly, as earth would miss the rainfall;
Always, as earth would miss the light.