Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
A Girls Songs
I
I sing of weeping.
I have no sorrow.
From some tomorrow
Where it lies sleeping,
Enough of sorrow
To sing of weeping.
Heartbreak that is too new
Can not be used to make
Beauty that will startle;
That takes an old heartbreak.
Too new to pour is mine.
Your kiss lies on my face
Like the first snow
Upon a summer place.
The grasses tremble under
The thing they do not know.
I tremble even so.
Over and over
I tell the sky:
I am free—I!
—I am free!
I am free, free!
Over and over.
I who am young, with fear grow old;
And I know, when the world is clear of sound,
I am bound—bound.