| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917. |
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| 37. The Secret |
| | | By George Edward Woodberry |
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| NIGHTINGALES warble about it, | |
| All night under blossom and star; | |
| The wild swan is dying without it, | |
| And the eagle crieth afar; | |
| The sun he doth mount but to find it, | 5 |
| Searching the green earth o’er; | |
| But more doth a man’s heart mind it, | |
| Oh, more, more, more! | |
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| Over the gray leagues of ocean | |
| The infinite yearneth alone; | 10 |
| The forests with wandering emotion | |
| The thing they know not intone; | |
| Creation arose but to see it, | |
| A million lamps in the blue; | |
| But a lover he shall be it | 15 |
| If one sweet maid is true. | |
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