Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Hill HouseDouglas Goldring
I
The shaded candle-flames were gentle and bright,
Caressing the wine and silver. Jewels glowed,
And bosom and wrist moved softly; light words flowed,
And the surface chatter of dinner ran charmingly on.
And looking up quickly, at eyes now gray now blue
(For Venice belongs to me, as well as to you),
I thought, for a moment, I saw your soul shine through!
Swift? But, dear, see—how Love and the Soul have wings!