Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Without SleepGlenway Wescott
From “Still-hunt”
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Who will have for muse a Beatrice
Sitting content by the hearth
To whisper his history and thought.
No mad ethereal crying
For merciless cloud and ridge
Tormented by the golden horn.
Her intolerant head like a stag
And scorn him, thinking of wind
And naked hunter and his hallooing hound.