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

To a Child

Florence K. Mixter

I
YOU are my silent laughter;

You are my unshed tears;

You are the elfin wonder

Of my ecstasy and fears.

You are my heart that dances;

You are my soul that leaps.

You have hidden the key of the lonely room

Where my troubled spirit sleeps.

II
Dear changeling, how I love your smile!—

Fleet as a timid fawn

It breaks upon me suddenly

And with a flash is gone.

It’s hardly like a smile at all,

More like a blinding light

That darts across the starless sky—

A fire-fly of the night.