Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Little TavernEdna St. Vincent Millay
I
Below the high hill’s crest,
Wherein all gray-eyed people
May set them down and rest.
And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the gray-eyed people
Who happen up the hill.
And dream his journey’s end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two gray eyes
A long time ago.