| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 334. The Harp of the Wind |
| | | By Frances Shaw |
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| MY house stands high— | |
| Where the harp of the wind | |
| Plays all day, | |
| Plays all night; | |
| And the city light | 5 |
| Is far away. | |
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| Where hangs the harp that the winds play?— | |
| High in the air— | |
| Over the sea? | |
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| The long straight streets of the far-away town, | 10 |
| Where the lines of light go sweeping down, | |
| Are the strings of its minstrelsy. | |
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| And the harp of the wind | |
| Gives to the wind | |
| A song of the city’s tears; | 15 |
| Thin and faint, the cry of a child, | |
| Plaint of the soul unreconciled, | |
| A song of the passing years. | |
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