Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The TransientDorothy Butts
From “The Passers-by”
D
You think that I shall always wait,
I am so calm.
(It is to reassure, and to inspire
New confidence in you.)
Quick, take my love before it is too late!
Their treasures—some old, some new,
All dear to me.
Oh, do not agonize me by delay,
And musing which to take!
Quick!—say I gave them to you, passing through.