Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Spirits HouseSara Teasdale
From “Songs out of Stress”
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I will build a house for me;
As a mason all alone
I will raise it, stone by stone,
And every stone where I have bled
Will show a sign of dusky red.
I have not gone the way in vain,
For I have the good of all my pain;
My spirit’s quiet house will be
Built of naked stones I trod
On roads where I lost sight of God.