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

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Eleanor Hammond

THERE is a little room in my heart

Where we used to live together—

A very cozy little room.

You walked out carelessly,

Leaving the door half open;

But I closed and locked it, crying.

Sometimes when I pass the door

I wish you would come back,

Throw wide the seaward windows,

Kindle the fire again;

Although I know we are both better

Out here in the changing, crowded world—

For, after all, it is a very little room.