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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

From the Vedic

Mason A. Freeman, Jr.

The Egg
WHAT lies hidden in the shell

Was born through torment deep in hell;

And it will burst its bonds to sense

Analogous experience,

And swing through poles of heaven and hell

To lurk again within the shell.

Ecce Homo
Behold the man indeed—the inner self

Who sits inside, no bigger than one’s thumb;

Who limbless moves, and lacking eyes can see;

Scans all the past, can all the future plumb.

The Herdsman
I hail the wandering herdsman of the night,

The watcher and the shepherd of the stars,

Who points the pathway leading to the light,

And for the sheep lets down the golden bars.

The Rosary
Within the all-enfolding hands

The worlds are being told like beads.

Lift up your eyes and look thereon!—

What need have ye of forms and creeds?

Creation
The moon was gendered from my mind,

And from my eye the sun had birth,

And from my breast the winds burst forth,

And underneath my feet the earth.