Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Life EverlastingEsther A. Whitmarsh
A
Of immortality?
An old English tinker
Is come to life in me.
When buds and bees were young;
Many a traveller since then
Has hummed the songs he sung.
We hear through window bars—
Vagrant son of the countryside,
Who slept under the stars.
To eat his bread and cheese—
Every English springtime
Is built of things like these.
That such a one as he,
With all the world to choose from,
Should come to live in me.