Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Ballad of MenYvor Winters
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On the sky-line,
All day men come to me.
I stand and watch them sidewise,
In thought eternally.
They pass like birds
With necks craning aside.
And when they pass I know that You
Or they or I have lied.
And all my sight
Are scattered like green sea;
There is death in women walking.
Thus I come unto Thee.