Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
VagabondsAlice D. Lippman
Like the sudden sun
On my blinking eyes,
Frightened little words
Scampered to my throat
And tumbled from my lips—
Strange vagabonds.
When they call him mine.
My soul envies
My lips and my arms.
But if you kiss me again
Because you kissed me once,
I will kill you.