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

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Clement Wood

WHEN the storm-clouds piled between us,

In the dark and chasmed hour

When we struggled for a rebirth of our souls

And of our love for one another,

One thing held me to you.

It was not the expanding structures of love

That we had builded together;

It was not vows,

Nor inner promises of eternal fealty,

Nor our common purposes in life,

Nor the clenching grasp of passion—

It was the battered little coffee-pot

That we had bought together for five cents

From a ghetto push-cart,

That would not let me go.