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

A Song of No Consequence

Willard Wattles

From “On the Road”

THIS too delicious burden,

This too persistent urge,

This aching and this beauty,

And the answer of her breast:

This is her glowing guerdon,

And this my utter rest.

Take loveliness and wonder,

Take splendor and take pain,

Clean lightning and brave thunder,

The silver slant of rain,

And one white flower thereunder

That lifts her face again.

Love, love, love, love—

The morning star is slain.