| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 1. Music I Heard |
| | | By Conrad Aiken |
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| MUSIC I heard with you was more than music, | |
| And bread I broke with you was more than bread. | |
| Now that I am without you, all is desolate, | |
| All that was once so beautiful is dead. | |
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| Your hands once touched this table and this silver, | 5 |
| And I have seen your fingers hold this glass. | |
| These things do not remember you, beloved: | |
| And yet your touch upon them will not pass. | |
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| For it was in my heart you moved among them, | |
| And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes. | 10 |
| And in my heart they will remember always: | |
| They knew you once, O beautiful and wise! | |
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