Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ThoughtsViola I. Paradise
From “Weather Whims”
Q
Flirt with me these spring days;
Flit through my head,
Slip through my fingers;
Teasing, vanish
Before I have touched them.
I’d know a trick to catch them!
I’d catch them with a spirit noose….