Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
AlchemySusan M. Boogher
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Every man I pass
Goes by me with some hint of you:
Some windy grace
Of your swift movement through the crowd;
Some similarity of up-flung brow
That lifts me with the thrill of mountains;
Some glance of eyes, like yours,
That whisper phraseless things….
Since I have loved you
Every man I pass
Goes by me with some hint of you….
Since I have loved you
Are you all men?
And has love made
All men
You?