Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
I Ask for a FriendErnest Walsh
I
Full of May-blown dreams; and lilac in her hair;
With boyish ankles, intimately strange
And hands forever busy with applause;
And mothering, lash-screened, virgin eyes;
And a slim-breasted body made of joy.
We’d give our souls a holiday, cut loose,
Arrange a rendezvous with Love somewhere—
And forget to keep it, being good friends.
Full of May-blown dreams; and lilac in her hair.