Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The NetMargaret Widdemer
From “Voices of Women”
T
They know not, or forget,
The sweeping of the net
Flung to ensnare such little careless feet.
With those who walk beside,
Soft-smiling, cruel-eyed:
We guard our own—not ours to right the wrong.
Till we shall hear one day,
Too late to strive or pray,
Our daughters’ voices crying from the dark.