Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Week-endAline Kilmer
From “Novelette”
“I
Let me stay, let me stay—
I would not go home.
Let me rest in your kindness,
Your blessed blindness,
For a night and a day.
Your sweet incurious eyes
Would widen in sharp surprise
If you knew how under my breath
I pray, “Let me sleep to death—
O God, let me never go home!”
But I speak through the fragrant gloom
Of your hushed and decorous room:
“Yes, I am glad I have come.”