Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
MatinsDuBose Heyward
From “Charleston Poems”
I
Out in the park—
Poor little storm-driven
Child of the dark.
On the young grass,
Learning the shining way
April may pass.
Cardinals make
Brush your face tangibly,
Like wind on the lake.
Where japonicas grew,
A little breeze was born,
Boyish and new.
And rustle your name;
Lift you, and carry you
Like a slim flame
Leaving wide skies.
Now I see always
The prayer in your eyes.