Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Color of WaterMarjorie Meeker
From “Songs of Night”
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Your voice will be like the wind;
You will go where the dust goes;
None will know you have sinned.
Or fluent, or bound, or free;
None will care you are nothing;
You will be nothing to me.
As if, in a dream of pride,
A poppy had flaunted her petals
One day to the sun, and died.