Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
RefugeSara Teasdale
From “Songs out of Stress”
F
From my pulse’s flagging beat,
From my hopes that turned to sand
Sifting through my close-clenched hand,
From my own fault’s slavery,
If I can sing, I still am free.
A refuge for my spirit’s sake,
A house of shining words, to be
My fragile immortality.