Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Chapter I–VPearl Andelson
From “Worker in Marble”
So I begin— More bitter chiselled words. Not one soft word To ease my heart.
I
HAnd you still stand,
Cold effigy of love,
Letting none pass.
In a wind;
Two contend for place—
How shall I know my mind?
I lingered
In the dark corners
Of his soul.
Are gray
And solitary
As the sea.
So—upon your breast.
My eyes hold all it was best
I leave unsaid.