Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Your VoiceGodwin Trezevant Carrall
To Edith Wynne Matthison
My heart dies a death of beauty;
As a wind blows a fruit-tree in April
And the blossoms lie white on the greensward,
As a wind shakes a golden forest
And the leaves are strewn in their splendor.
The wind of your voice has fallen on my soul, making and unmaking its waters.
They rush together and apart, from change to change unceasing—
Great deeps surging and breaking, by that passionate music divided.
And in the quietest coves, in the inner caves and recesses,
Like hyacinths in spring are blowing the delicate pale-colored waters.