Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Love Lyric
By Max Michelson
S
Shake off sleep.
Your eyes are the soul of clear waters—
Pigeons
In a city street.
Have tucked away of their gold for your hair:
My buried mouth still tastes their fires.
Apples of desire;
Their whiteness slakes the throat;
Their form soothes like honey.
Or the song-bird in my heart
Will peck open the shell of your dreams.
……
Soaring over rivers of fire.
Sleep, my own,
Wading waters of gold.
It flutters around in my soul.
… Softly—
I hear the rosy dream …