| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 338. The Child’s Quest |
| | | By Frances Shaw |
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| MY mother twines me roses wet with dew; | |
| Oft have I sought the garden through and through; | |
| I cannot find the tree whereon | |
| My mother’s roses grew. | |
| Seek not, O child, the tree whereon | 5 |
| Thy mother’s roses grew. | |
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| My mother tells me tales of noble deeds; | |
| Oft have I sought her book when no one heeds; | |
| I cannot find the page, alas, | |
| From which my mother reads. | 10 |
| Seek not, O child, to find the page | |
| From which thy mother reads. | |
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| My mother croons me songs all soft and low, | |
| Through the white night where little breezes blow; | |
| Yet never when the morning dawns, | 15 |
| My mother’s songs I know. | |
| Seek not, O child, at dawn of day | |
| Thy mother’s songs to know. | |
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