Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
DisillusionMorris Gilbert
From “Episodes”
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A sorceress who told her mysteries.
At that there grew behind my eyes a sight
More beautiful than any woman is:
And warmed me; as of old I flashed to try
Swiftly what that swift thing might be … and then
I saw that there was only you and I
Of course there were the chairs, a book or so,
And tea set out … I got my hat and said
That it was really time for me to go.