Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Over the Roofs

I SAID, “I have shut my heart,

As one shuts an open door,

That Love may starve therein

And trouble me no more.”

But over the roofs there came

The wet new wind of May,

And a tune blew up from the curb

Where the street-pianos play.

My room was white with the sun

And Love cried out in me,

“I am strong, I will break your heart

Unless you set me free.”