| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920. 1920. |
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| Her Way |
| | | William Rose Benét (1886–1950) |
| | | | | (In Memory of T. F. B.) |
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| YOU loved the hay in the meadow, | |
| Flowers at noon, | |
| The high cloud’s long shadow, | |
| Honey of June, | |
| The flaming woodways tangled | 5 |
| With Fall on the hill, | |
| The towering night star-spangled | |
| And winter-still. | |
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| And you loved firelight faces | |
| The hearth, the home— | 10 |
| Your mind on golden traces, | |
| London or Rome— | |
| On quaintly-colored spaces | |
| Where heavens glow | |
| With his quaint saints embraces— | 15 |
| Angelico. | |
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| In cloister and highway | |
| (Gold of God’s dust!) | |
| And many an elfin byway | |
| You put your trust— | 20 |
| A crock and a table, | |
| Love’s end of day, | |
| And light of a storied stable | |
| Where kings must pray. | |
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| Somewhere there is a village | 25 |
| For you and me, | |
| Hayfield, hearth, and tillage— | |
| Where can it be? | |
| Prayers when birds awake, | |
| Daily bread, | 30 |
| Toil for His sunlit sake | |
| Who raised us dead. | |
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| With this in mind you moved | |
| Through love and pain. | |
| Hard though the long road proved, | 35 |
| You turned again | |
| With a heart that knew its trust | |
| Not ill-bestowed. | |
| With this you light the dust | |
That clouds my road.
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