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

Never Did I Dream

Harold Cook

I NEVER thought that I should walk

In ecstasy the streets of town,

Or find a heart more beautiful

Than red leaves fluttering down.

I did not know archangels pass

In human guise among the trees;

And never, never did I dream

That I should walk with these.

But by my side one went today;

I saw, and I had speech with him:

And I forgot, who ne’er forgot,

How cold are streets, how grim!