Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Songs of a Girl
By Mary Carolyn Davies
God, planting Eden,
Dropped, by mistake, a seed
In Time’s neighbor-plot,
That grew to be
This hour?
You and I picked up Life and looked at it curiously;
We did not know whether to keep it for a plaything or not.
It was beautiful to see, like a red firecracker,
And we knew, too, that it was lighted.
We dropped it while the fuse was still burning …
I am going to die too, flower, in a little while—
Do not be so proud.
The sun is dying
Alone
On an island
In the bay.
I would not have you see death.
You are so young!
The sun falls
Like a drop of blood
From some hero.
Who love pain,
Delight in this.