Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Star-MagicRichard Butler Glaenzer
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Of unimagined loveliness,
It cannot lure me tonight;
For I am all spirit.
Full-bloomed,
Each blossom is all but lost
In the next—
One flame in a glow
Of green-veined rhodonite;
So is heaven a crystal magnificence
Of stars,
Powdered lightly with blue.
My spirit has turned honey-moth,
And has made of the stars
Its flowers.
That heaven shimmers as a web,
Bursting with light
From beyond,
A light exquisite,
Immeasurable!
My spirit has dared, and been caught
In the web of the stars.
Of unimagined power,
It could not hold me tonight;
For I am all spirit.