Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
There Was a TimeOscar Williams
From “Golden Darkness”
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And stood in strange bewilderment apart;
And no one spoke to me, and silence only
Would fold my songs into her tender heart.
Would fan my dreams with glamoured loveliness.
But you have come, and nights are filled with starkness;
And I am lonely for my loneliness.
And darkness keeps aloof from my distress;
And you—oh, you are all too fraught with danger,
And I am lonely for my loneliness.