Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
My FriendLoureine Aber
From “Laurel Wreaths”
H
I have seen the stiff butterfly-weed by the road
Flaming—as he.
When I asked him—I who could sit every night
By a snug, safe fire—
He said:
“I was a mendicant under the Dark Reign,
And sat on a dung-hill nine years
Praying grace.
God gave me grace—
I have a wine-cup that is higher than the towers rising over Notre Dame.