Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A VanityDorothy Butts
From “The Passers-by”
I
The little waves on my small lake
Speak from their “deep spring depths.”
What can they have to say,
Blown down the winking bay
The first half of the day,
Blown back all afternoon?
See—in the early moon,
Wind-driven home, they leap
And scramble on the shore—
And sleep.