Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The World CryMary Aldis
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And shall discover—
Life’s wild adventure opening to my will:
High thought and brave,
The rapture of a lover,
The Vision gleaming from yon western hill.
There lies some sweet allure,
Some crested glory waiting to be won;
Shimmering in light,
Beautiful and sure,
Beckoning bright hands that call me on.
Nor whither I go, nor how
The way is paved—with pleasure or with pain;
But the search is in my eyes,
And the dust upon my brow
Shall turn to aureoled gold when I attain.
Oh, old old hope—
Unfulfilled desire!
Pitiful the faith,
Beautiful the fire!
Thy gleaming from afar,
Thy quest of wild adventure,
Thy sweet far star
To a high stern goal;
So bow thy head
To thine own soul.