Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Flight

LOOK back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,

Lift me up in your love as a light wing lifts a swallow,

Let our flight be far in sun or windy rain—

But what if I heard my first love calling me again?

Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam,

Take me far away to the hills that hide your home;

Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door—

But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?