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

Triumph

Helen Hoyt

From “The Harp”

O TRIUMPH, dear Triumph,

Splendor of self-delight and exaltation,

I have felt you in little moments,

Moments of nothingness,

More than in great times of applause.

I am alone, walking or dancing—

Suddenly you come

And lift up my hands as if they would reach the stars.

I could shake the stars and the world for sheer merriment of power;

I will run laughing and shouting with you through all the streets of the world!