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

The Hope of Heaven

Florence Wilkinson

I SHALL tell thee some day, thou little wild god,

Of the pains I suffered for thee.

Thou wilt laugh a great laugh of diviner knowledge,

And sweep me up high beside thee.

Then I shall forget the dark travail-pains,

The blood-crimsoned trail, the lair, the long rains,

Up there in the light beside thee.

No longer a sullen beast-mother, I,

With suspicious furred ears and a fierce agate eye,

But winged and mighty like thee.