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HYMEN
By
H. D.
NEW YORK HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY 1921
FOR BRYHER AND PERDITA
They said: she is high and far and blind in her high pride, but now that my head is bowed in sorrow, I find she is most kind.
We have taken life, they said, blithely, not groped in a mist for things that are not— are if you will, but bloodless— why ask happiness of the dead? and my heart bled.
Ah, could they know how violets throw strange fire, red and purple and gold, how they glow gold and purple and red where her feet tread.
Acknowledgements are due to the editors ofthe following periodicals in which certainof these poems have appeared: Poetry (Chicago),The Dial, Contact and The Bookman (NewYork), The Nation, The Sphere, The Anglo-FrenchReview and The Egoist (London).