Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
WaitingDorothy Dow
From “Handful of Ashes”
I
Or go in the market-place and not see me,
Would you not search further?
Does not your heart tell you I am somewhere?
Go out on the long roads—I may be at the end of one.
The river to the little boat,
The cloud to the swallow—
One for the other, always.
And I, for you, forever.