Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
AusterityJanet Loxley Lewis
From “Cold Hills”
I
On the cold hills alone …
I loved the rock
And the lean pine trees,
Hated the life in the turfy meadow,
Hated the heavy, sensuous bees.
I have lived so long
Under the high monotony of starry skies,
I am so cased about
With the clean wind and the cold nights,
People will not let me in
To their warm gardens
Full of bees.