Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Charlotte BronteBlanche Dismorr
On reading her letters to M. Héger
O
Subdued that haughty soul, that iron will—
Bowed that stiff neck, wore that wild spirit, till
It bit the dust, and, broken, rose again!
Which traced those delicate characters—the cry
Of one too hungry-hearted, plain and shy,
Baffled and stung by the strange moods of men.
Carelessly torn by man without regret;
Roughly sewn up, with some parts missing yet,
How many a woman’s heart lies bleeding there!