Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The LoverIn Strawberry TimeFlorence Randal Livesay
From “Slavic Songs”
While I pick the berries sweet
In the woods near where you live,
Oh, Kohanka, let us meet—
Happiness to me you’ll give.
I’ve no time to roam about—
Not an hour to play with you
Lest my fire may go out.
You would surely lose your life
If forevermore you gave
All your time to clean a knife.
Not to sit in rocking-chair;
Happier I when all is done
Than a rich man’s daughter fair.
I make all things fair to see.
Work has never killed a girl;
Work will never finish me.