Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
SpeechFlorence Wilkinson
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Like starry flies on the sleeper’s brain.
Listen, all over the roads of earth
You can hear our steps like rain!
Motes in the sunlight stirred;
Yet blazoned with ancestry,
For God himself is a Word.
Nought may put us to scorn!
Yea, the unanswering dead,
And the mouth of the newly born.