Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
April WeatherEdith Wyatt
I
To dream of when your life were done,
Would you choose one all clear, all gay—
If you could have a perfect day—
The airs above the wide green way
Sheer virgin blue with crystal sun?—
If you could have a perfect day
To dream of when your life were done.
Haphazard rain, haphazard sun,
Divine and sordid, clear and gray,
Dyed like these hours’ own work and play;
All shot with stains of tears and clay,
Haphazard pain, haphazard fun—
If you could have a perfect day
To dream of when your life were done?