Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Brackish WellJohn Crawford
From “Night”
I
I wonder—
Coaxing the flame—
And had no song?
Blind and dumb—
Nothing to hold you,
Nothing to bind you to me.
Say you would love
My spirit …
Go and love some puff of wind
From a graveyard.