Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Clay HillsJean Starr Untermeyer
I
And many shapes grow into beauty
Under the facile hand.
But forms of clay are lightly broken;
They will lie shattered and forgotten in a dingy corner.
Is rock….
I would rather work in stubborn rock
All the years of my life,
And make one strong thing;
And set it in a high, clean place
To recall the granite strength of my desire.