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

So Little You Are

William H. Simpson

From “Along Old Trails”

I
O EARTH!

So little you are

In the whirl of all worlds,

Through the long cold

And the long night.

I marvel

That the tips of the sun-flames

Find you

Across wide ways of the dark.

Or is it

That life

May come from its hiding?

II
O loved one,

So little you are

In the swirl of all souls,

Through the long days,

Through the long years!

I wonder

That the flames of my longing

Find you

Across wide ways of desire.

Or is it

That life

May come from its hiding?