Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Horrid Voice of ScienceVachel Lindsay
From “Whimseys”
“T
There’s a mainspring to the bee;
There’s hydraulics to a daisy,
And contraptions to a tree.
That makes the chirping sound
With x-ray, scientific eyes,
We could see the wheels go round.”
Who think like this
Will soon lie
Underground.