Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Morning at the WindowT. S. Eliot
From “Observations”
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And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Hanging despondently at area gates.
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passerby with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.