Love
I love my life, but not too well
From The Home Book of Verse (1912), ed. Burton Egbert Stevenson
I love my life, but not too well
To give it to thee like a flower,
So it may pleasure thee to dwell
Deep in its perfume but an hour.
I love my life, but not too well.
I love my life, but not too well
To sing it note by note away,
So to thy soul the song may tell
The beauty of the desolate day.
I love my life, but not too well.
I love my life, but not too well
To cast it like a cloak on thine,
Against the storms that sound and swell
Between thy lonely heart and mine.
I love my life, but not too well.
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MLA
Monroe, Harriet. “I love my life, but not too well.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/monroe_h/6/.
Chicago
Monroe, Harriet. “I love my life, but not too well.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/monroe_h/6/.
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