Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Chapter IVPearl Andelson
From “Worker in Marble”
So I begin— More bitter chiselled words. Not one soft word To ease my heart.
I
HAnd you still stand,
Cold effigy of love,
Letting none pass.
Shadows
In a wind;
Two contend for place—
How shall I know my mind?
Like an unhappy ghost
I lingered
In the dark corners
Of his soul.
His eyes
Are gray
And solitary
As the sea.
Do not drop your head,
So—upon your breast.
My eyes hold all it was best
I leave unsaid.