Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
My HeartElizabeth Madox Roberts
From “Under the Tree”
M
Is walking like some heavy feet.
My heart is going every day,
And I can hear it jump and beat.
I feel it beating in my head;
I hear it jumping in my neck
And in the pillow on my bed.
To go along and say with it—
The men are sailing home from Troy,
And all the lamps are lit.
And all the lamps are lit.