Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
AscensionHelen Hoyt
From “The Harp”
O
We piled stones upon it.
Both of us piled stones upon it.
We did not dream that it would ever rise again;
With new life, not as its old life;
With radiance about its head:
Lifted apart from us; beyond the unhappy clay.