Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
So Little You AreWilliam H. Simpson
From “Along Old Trails”
I
O ESo little you are
In the whirl of all worlds,
Through the long cold
And the long night.
That the tips of the sun-flames
Find you
Across wide ways of the dark.
That life
May come from its hiding?
O loved one,
So little you are
In the swirl of all souls,
Through the long days,
Through the long years!
That the flames of my longing
Find you
Across wide ways of desire.
That life
May come from its hiding?