Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
May BasketDorothy Butts
From “The Passers-by”
I
And all the little world
Loves my simplicity.
There are no passions whirled
In wild complexity.
Of “Does she love?” and “Whom?”
Needs fathoming.
And ever find more room
For gathering.
Of old love and new flowerets, and say,
“This much she loved me during May?”