| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 159. Three Poems |
| | | Lovers |
| | | By Horace Holley |
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| WHATEER our joy compelled, mens praise and blame fall hollow, | |
| A voice upon the winds that drown it as they blow: | |
| So fair a vision led, our thought was all to follow; | |
| So strong a passion urged, our will was all to go. | |
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