Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
LyricsHarold Cook
Lilies of white flame!
Your hands
That knew …
Crossed thus
And cold,
They are more beautiful
Than eucharist lilies cooled with snow.
All day her hair lay spread upon the grass
Where winds pass;
(I could not pass).
Here in the midst of heaven—
In this music room,
God’s resting room—
Above angelic singing
Through my heart will pass
This memory, this song:
Where winds pass;
(I could not pass).