Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The ThingMorris Gilbert
From “Episodes”
I
That lights the far and forlorn dream;
It’s in the glorious sacrifice
Made for the wry inglorious prize;
It’s there to see (I cannot choose)
When men take honor to the Jews,
And in the satyr’s hoofs that rave
Down the still cathedral nave;
In slender lips that twist and sing,
And curved eyes quick with revelling,
And every gesture of delight
Caught in the blue mirage of night.
But for it I must throw away
And for it I must leave behind …