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

A Gift

SEE! I give myself to you, Beloved!

My words are little jars

For you to take and put upon a shelf.

Their shapes are quaint and beautiful,

And they have many pleasant colors and lustres

To recommend them.

Also the scent from them fills the room

With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses.

When I shall have given you the last one

You will have the whole of me,

But I shall be dead.