Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Never Did I DreamHarold Cook
I
In ecstasy the streets of town,
Or find a heart more beautiful
Than red leaves fluttering down.
In human guise among the trees;
And never, never did I dream
That I should walk with these.
I saw, and I had speech with him:
And I forgot, who ne’er forgot,
How cold are streets, how grim!