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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Difference

Willard Wattles

From “On the Road”

THERE was one who hated,

Then came to comprehend.

It is too late—I do not care

How very low he bend.

There was one who loved me—

I paid the punctual debt.

I cannot quite remember,

Yet cannot quite forget.

There was one I died for

Several years ago:

How helpless seems a summer nest

Drifted full of snow!