Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
QuatrainsRuth Hall
The Russian traveler in the story, lest
The wolf attack, casts out his precious store.
So we surrender all that we hold best,
To drive back him who clamors at the door.
With no observance is my birthday set
From other times aside.
But once each year—would God I could forget!—
Comes back the night I died.