Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Bark-boundAgnes Lee
From “Pictures of Women”
I
Is a bark-bound tree;
The flowers bloom at her feet,
But she does not see.
To the forest to prune,
And left her deaf to the wind
And blind to the moon.
In her ease and dark,
Until she shrivels and dies
In her walls of bark.
Should return her way,
And set its steel to the bark
And let in day.