Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Only ChildBeatrice Ravenel
From “Tidewater”
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Little one, daughter my dear—
Hundreds of shadowy children
Follow you everywhere.
Play with your outgrown things;
They whisper forgotten stories,
They dance in gossamer rings.
Look from your candid eyes;
Butterfly, ceaselessly living
In a swarming of butterflies.
And swift, like a silvery band,
The cobweb of children is after you …
But the last one holds my hand.