| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 398. Like Music |
| | | By John Hall Wheelock |
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| YOUR body’s motion is like music; | |
| Her stride ecstatical and bright | |
| Moves to the rhythm of dumb music, | |
| The unheard music of delight. | |
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| The silent splendor of the creation | 5 |
| Speaks through your body’s stately strength, | |
| And the lithe harmony of beauty | |
| Undulates through its lovely length. | |
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| And rhythmically your bosom’s arches, | |
| Alternately, with every breath | 10 |
| Lift lifeward in long lines of beauty, | |
| And lapse along the slopes of death. | |
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