Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Song OverheardLeonora Speyer
From “Reflections”
I
Most carefully—
I never could remember names or faces;
And then, one day,
I lost my heart along the shining places.
Plucking a flower I did not want
And listening to a bird I did not see:
Now would I call—
And you would answer me.
I am so careless about losing things.