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

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Eunice Tietjens

From “Facets”

MY heart has fed today.

My heart, like hind at play,

Has grazed in fields of love, and washed in streams

Of quick, imperishable dreams.

In moth-white beauty shimmering,

Lovely as birches in the moon glimmering,

From coigns of sleep my eyes

Saw dawn and love arise.

And like a bird at rest,

Steady in a swinging nest,

My heart at peace lay gloriously

While winds of ecstasy

Beat round me and above.

I am fulfilled of love.