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

Nirvana

By John Hall Wheelock

SLEEP on—I lie at heaven’s high oriels,

Over the stars that murmur as they go

Lighting your lattice-window far below.

And every star some of the glory spells

Whereof I know.

I have forgotten you, long long ago;

Like the sweet, silver singing of thin bells

Vanished, or music fading faint and low.

Sleep on—I lie at heaven’s high oriels,

Who loved you so.