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

Your Voice

Godwin Trezevant Carrall

To Edith Wynne Matthison

I
AT your voice,

My heart dies a death of beauty;

As a wind blows a fruit-tree in April

And the blossoms lie white on the greensward,

As a wind shakes a golden forest

And the leaves are strewn in their splendor.

II
The wind of your voice has fallen on my soul, making and unmaking its waters.

They rush together and apart, from change to change unceasing—

Great deeps surging and breaking, by that passionate music divided.

And in the quietest coves, in the inner caves and recesses,

Like hyacinths in spring are blowing the delicate pale-colored waters.