Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Claude DebussyAgnes Lee
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With the changing of his hours,
Though birds trill the same songs
They trilled on Petra’s towers.
From olden hallways
He led to beauty’s ample rooms—
Out to her rain-drenched garden’s frond,
Out to her suns … beyond … beyond.
Ah! did we call his art a whim,
Before we woke to him?
His music, rising past the stars,
Is heard at heaven’s door.
Heaven opens to the soul of song,
And unto art that never ends
The soul of song ascends.