| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. |
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| Irene Rutherford Mcleod. 1891 |
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| 163. "Is Love, then, so Simple" |
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| IS love, then, so simple my dear? | |
| The opening of a door, | |
| And seeing all things clear? | |
| I did not know before. | |
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| I had thought it unrest and desire | 5 |
| Soaring only to fall, | |
| Annihilation and fire: | |
| It is not so at all. | |
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| I feel no desperate will, | |
| But I think I understand | 10 |
| Many things, as I sit quite still, | |
| With Eternity in my hand. | |
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