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

Sacrament

Pauline D. Partridge

MY body, dear, like bread I break

For Love’s sweet sake;

My soul like wine I give

Each day, that you may take,

And taking, love and live.

But when the altar empty lies

Before my eyes,

The veil in twain is rent—

For me alone the sacrifice

Has been a sacrament.