Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Youth-songMargaret Widdemer
I
And maybe content:
I’d look back the long way
My footsteps were bent,
And say, “’Tis all done now—
What odds how it went?”
And most would look gay;
And “Oh, I was sure then
And strong then,” I’d say,
And show the wild young things
My wise-travelled way.
And no thoughts to form,
But how to rest easy
And how to sleep warm,
And “Pity the poor souls
Abroad in the storm!”
With living put by,
And peace on the hearthstone
And peace in the sky.
But “Oh, to be young now,
But young now!” they cry!