Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The FallenLoureine Aber
From “Laurel Wreaths”
W
O strong-throated,
Husky-souled….
The sun was on your swords,
The light of all time, and the still wanderings of high Romance through forest tracks.
Flame touched you, flame and wonder,
The stars for a moment singing in your lips,
The sea for an instant washing the doors of your souls,….
Wherever you are,
O fallen,
Timid though, or gruff….
Prometheus welded your limbs
And set them aflame.
And do not understand.