Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Don JuanD. H. Lawrence
I
Must be in love with me.
Where all the mountains sit
Solemn in groups,
And the bright rivers flit
Round them for girth:
Darken the shining grass;
And many bright people pass
Like plunder from heaven:
Many bright people pass
Plundered from heaven.
What the beloved seven?
—They were but witnesses,
I was just driven.
It is Isis the mystery
Must be in love with me.