Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Wood SongSara Teasdale
From “Songs out of Stress”
I
Twirl three notes and make a star—
My heart that walked with bitterness
Came back from very far.
And yet they made a starry call—
I caught life back against my breast
And kissed it, scars and all.