Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Cythaera and the WormMarjorie Allen Seiffert
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Spun from what you never said,
Is but a winding-sheet
In which a worm lies dead:
A-spinning its cocoon
Of silken cloth,
Of delicate silence, whence so soon
It should emerge, a lunar moth.
So royally interred,
Why should I dream pale wings about my head?