Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Poets PartLily A. Long
I
A little, hidden world; and few there be
Who know its sign or language, or can tell
Whence come the visions that the poets see.
The great world beats about it heedlessly,
With things to win, to own, to buy, to sell,
With myriad cares that leave no mortal free,
With hopes that spur and bafflements that quell.
Swing onward through the darkness by the light
Caught up by poet hand from poet hand;
And if but once should sink that flaming brand,
Why, then would come at last the endless night,
To hide the ruin of what God had planned.