Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Your Neighbor and MineScharmel Iris
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Her burning soul a quenchless light.
Mothering her sisters and her brothers
Who cried for mothering in the night,
Mothering them she knew
Not if the sea was blue
Or the sun in the sky.
She who was like a light—
Like a thief in the night
Love passed her by.
But on the day she came to die
Death laid her quiet dress away.
The common room filled with the light
Of her bright soul. That night
The neighbors did not stoop to pray
Marvelling at the light.