Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
To a ChildFlorence K. Mixter
You are my unshed tears;
You are the elfin wonder
Of my ecstasy and fears.
You are my soul that leaps.
You have hidden the key of the lonely room
Where my troubled spirit sleeps.
Dear changeling, how I love your smile!—
Fleet as a timid fawn
It breaks upon me suddenly
And with a flash is gone.
More like a blinding light
That darts across the starless sky—
A fire-fly of the night.