Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
KittyCharles Erskine Scott Wood
I
So delicate and pale.
You are not flesh,
But in you love is meshed
Which makes earth heaven, or near it—
So all words fail.
Sad as the moon;
And in your eyes a light,
As of a temple lit by night
Where tired souls creep and fall,
Asking God’s boon.
Prostrate am I before your soul,
For I have seen
That it is luminous as love, as pure as pain,
And kept forever washed by sorrow’s rain.
A chosen one to stand before the goal
And lead the bruised one in.