| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 400. Song |
| | | By John Hall Wheelock |
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| ALL my love for my sweet | |
| I bared one day to her. | |
| Carelessly she took it, | |
| And like a conqueror | |
| She bowed the neck of my soul | 5 |
| To fit it to her yoke, | |
| And bridled the lips of Song | |
| Fear within me awoke! | |
| But Love cried: Swiftly, swiftly | |
| Bear her along the road; | 10 |
| Beautiful is the goal | |
| And Beauty is the goad. | |
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