Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Cedars
By Josephine Preston Peabody
A
The mingled fragrance, with a flame,
Of cedars breathing in the sun,
The cedar-trees of Lebanon.
And hope, wing-hurt from iron care,
What balm of myrrh and honey, won
From far-off trees of Lebanon!
Ever beheld that early sky.
Why do they call me through the sun?—
Even the trees of Lebanon?