| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | The Link | | By Clement Wood |
| | | WHEN the storm-clouds piled between us, | |
| In the dark and chasmed hour | |
| When we struggled for a rebirth of our souls | |
| And of our love for one another, | |
| One thing held me to you. | 5 |
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| It was not the expanding structures of love | |
| That we had builded together; | |
| It was not vows, | |
| Nor inner promises of eternal fealty, | |
| Nor our common purposes in life, | 10 |
| Nor the clenching grasp of passion | |
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| It was the battered little coffee-pot | |
| That we had bought together for five cents | |
| From a ghetto push-cart, | |
| That would not let me go. | 15 | | | |
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