| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 144. Star-Magic |
| | | By Richard Butler Glaenzer |
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| THOUGH your beauty be a flower | |
| Of unimagined loveliness, | |
| It cannot lure me tonight; | |
| For I am all spirit. | |
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| As in the billowy oleander, | 5 |
| Full-bloomed, | |
| Each blossom is all but lost | |
| In the next— | |
| One flame in a glow | |
| Of green-veined rhodonite; | 10 |
| So is heaven a crystal magnificence | |
| Of stars | |
| Powdered lightly with blue. | |
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| For this one night | |
| My spirit has turned honey-moth | 15 |
| And has made of the stars | |
| Its flowers. | |
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| So all uncountable are the stars | |
| That heaven shimmers as a web, | |
| Bursting with light | 20 |
| From beyond, | |
| A light exquisite, | |
| Immeasurable! | |
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| For this one night | |
| My spirit has dared, and been caught | 25 |
| In the web of the stars. | |
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| Though your beauty were a net | |
| Of unimagined power, | |
| It could not hold me tonight; | |
| For I am all spirit. | 30 |
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