Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
BoundDorothy Dow
From “Handful of Ashes”
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You have put on me:
I am held by whispers—
I, who would be free.
Why must I be true?
I fear to move, for hurting
The clinging thoughts of you.
Beckon me in vain:
I, beside the hearth-fire,
Huddle to my pain.