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

Intuition

Mary Carolyn Davies

MY lover has no lute to sing to me,

My lover has no song to mark me fair;

His lips are strong and silent utterly,

He lays no foolish kiss upon my hair.

My lover does not hold within his eyes,

Where all may see, a torch of love aglow.

No tears he gives to me, nor any sighs.

My lover speaks not, but I know, I know!