| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 204. A Gift |
| | | By Amy Lowell |
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| SEE! I give myself to you, Beloved! | |
| My words are little jars | |
| For you to take and put upon a shelf. | |
| Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, | |
| And they have many pleasant colors and lustres | 5 |
| To recommend them. | |
| Also the scent from them fills the room | |
| With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses. | |
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| When I shall have given you the last one | |
| You will have the whole of me, | 10 |
| But I shall be dead. | |
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