Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A Song of No ConsequenceWillard Wattles
From “On the Road”
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This too persistent urge,
This aching and this beauty,
And the answer of her breast:
This is her glowing guerdon,
And this my utter rest.
Take splendor and take pain,
Clean lightning and brave thunder,
The silver slant of rain,
And one white flower thereunder
That lifts her face again.
The morning star is slain.