Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
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That folds you closely home
With larkspur-blue from heaven,
And roses of bright foam.
Is like anemones:
Your noons are flaked with scarlet
As from pomegranate trees.
Dilates with rainbow light,
Dusk turns to shadowed silver
Like olive trees at night.
Of cool night-shrouded seas,
That gives you rest from color,
And time for memories!