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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.

Anna Wickham1884–1947

The Singer

IF I had peace to sit and sing,

Then I could make a lovely thing;

But I am stung with goads and whips,

So I build songs like iron ships.

Let it be something for my song,

If it is sometimes swift and strong.