Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ChicagoMark Turbyfill
From “Journeys and Discoveries”
O
They have spoken without understanding;
They have called you evil!
Maybe it is only my heart you have shaken
With your sadness of rose evenings,
And the shadows falling
In the misty evening
Under the bridges.
As speech slow-moving.
I come not with vain enumeration!
I have looked upon your rapt
Presence.
as of wings stirring.