Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
I have drifted along this riverRichard Aldington
I
Until I moored my boat
By these crossed trunks.
Over fragile leaves and rushes,
Colorless waters and brown, fading hills.
And move within the mist,
A floating leaf.
You have touched my face
With your leaves of silver.