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

May Basket

Dorothy Butts

From “The Passers-by”

I LOVE you, dear;

And all the little world

Loves my simplicity.

For in my love

There are no passions whirled

In wild complexity.

No mystery

Of “Does she love?” and “Whom?”

Needs fathoming.

I gather love,

And ever find more room

For gathering.

Will you take this basketful today,

Of old love and new flowerets, and say,

“This much she loved me during May?”