Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Ragpicker
By Frances Shaw
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Silk and homespun and threads of gold
She plucks to pieces and marks with tags;
And her eyes are ice and her fingers cold.
Keenly she looks me through and through.
One flaming shred I have hidden away—
She shall not have my love for you.