Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Spring-SongSamuel McCoy
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I shall awaken
When the breeze blowing in at the window
Shall bathe me
With the delicate scents
Of the blossoms of apples,
Filling my room with their coolness
And beauty and fragrance—
As of old, as of old,
When your spirit dwelt with me,
My heart shall be pure
As the heart that you gave me.