Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Envoi

OH, seek me not within a tomb—

Thou shalt not find me in the clay!

I pierce a little wall of gloom

To mingle with the day!

I brothered with the things that pass,

Poor giddy joy and puckered grief;

I go to brother with the grass

And with the sunning leaf.

Not death can sheathe me in a shroud;

A joy-sword whetted keen with pain,

I join the armies of the cloud,

The lightning and the rain.

Oh, subtle in the sap athrill,

Athletic in the glad uplift,

A portion of the cosmic will,

I pierce the planet-drift.

My God and I shall interknit

As rain and ocean, breath and air;

And oh, the luring thought of it

Is prayer!