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

Syncrasy

A. A. Rosenthal

I AM a reed

Wind-throated and rain-tuned.

You are the player,

Wise as the world.

What will you blow through me, Softmouth?

What sorrows must I echo

From your honied lips

To learn the sweetness of pain?

What lachrymations must I silver

To learn the bitterness of love?

I am a reed

Waiting and silent.

You are the player,

Searching your heart.