Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
To One BelovedGlenn Ward Dresbach
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I went last night where great trees grow,
And under them I made a bed
Of leaves and grasses, and my head
Was pillowed on the ripened clover …
It was beside a mountain stream
Where laden branches, bending over,
Make many patterns for a dream.
And there before I slept I heard
The leaves make melodies that stirred
An answer in my heart, and soon
New beauties flooded from the moon
About that cool, calm place. To me
Was given as to stream and grass and tree …
And now I come this morning to the town
With sunlight over me,
Like a sun-crested river that goes down
To give its light to the sea.
I am as grass that has known touch of dew,
I am as leaves the moonlight has shone through.
More understanding of your loveliness.