Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
After the MartyrdomScharmel Iris
From “Lyrics”
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I threw a stone that day.
Although their sharpness bruised his flesh
He had no word to say.
To-day I make my moan;
And for the stone I threw at him
My heart must bear a stone.