Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
DeathLoureine Aber
From “City Lanes”
I
White with the long-whispering dust,
Withered under hoofs and feet,
White with the mountains that blow their sleep
Into the sea.
I am waiting for the white winds to come,
Lifting their hands as beautiful women clad for the moon;
And soon, ah soon,
Lifting my heart to be ashes and wind.