Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
To a PoetMarjorie Allen Seiffert
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The uttermost life has for you
In your own day
Blossoms and dies—there can ensue
No further power,
Longing, achievement, or unrest,
Beyond the hour
Earth takes your body to her breast.
A diamond immortality,
And crystallize
Your soul in metric jewellery.
Well, let it shine,
Quaint relic of a past which lingers.
Children of mine
May touch it with warm, living fingers!