Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The AdventurerWilton Agnew Barrett
With his red, wrinkled face
And clawing hands?
He has just come out of the darkness,
Its silence is still upon him,
And already he wants to talk about life!
Perhaps he has some great secret of birth and death,
Learned back there in the black womb,
Which he feels life stealing;
And he wants to tell it to us
And cannot.
What a tireless rider!
When, in the stillness of night,
We set you stirring.
You will have a merry and sad time,
Riding a cock-horse
To Banbury Cross.
Go down upon the shining beach,
Find the glinting shells
And the white drops of moonstone.
Leaping.
Be wild as you are white!
Your limbs are light and can dance.
Dance, child, and see.