Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Wild RoseW. Bryher
From “Hellenics”
O
There is no world—
Only the beat of your throat against my eyes.
Against these soft white petals of your feet.
It is hard to dream you have followed the wild goats
Aslant the perilous hills.
O peach-red lily of my love!