Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
I Heard a FluteRuth Gaines
I
The dawn dove-grey,
Until it flushed to swift desire the wan
White heart of day:
With golden fire,
And sang through all the azure-veined rills
Love’s wild desire.
On Night’s dark breast,
I saw you quicken to the shepherd flute
Of love’s unrest;
Fleet-foot you ran,
Down dryad paths you followed clear
The Flute of Pan.