Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Music I Heard
By Conrad Aiken
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And bread I broke with you was more than bread.
Now that I am without you, all is desolate,
All that was once so beautiful is dead.
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved:
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes.
And in my heart they will remember always:
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise!