Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
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That sing upon my lips all day:
Gaily they wing their joyous way;
My thoughts are flocks of little birds.
To sweetly pipe their blissful lay;
My thoughts are flocks of little birds
That sing upon my lips all day.
Aflash among the fragrant may,
More silver-white than foamy curds,
Their wings make music all the day.
Flutes half so sweet among his herds
As do my thoughts, like little birds,
That sing their gladness all the day.