Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Looking onLeonora Speyer
From “Reflections”
I
My will shook like a rocking wall,
But did not fall;
My mind was like a wind-swept tree,
And neither knew the victory.
They did not break or bend or spill,
But in my heart the songs grew still.