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

Bird of Passion

LEAVE the lovely words unsaid;

For another thought is fled

From my dream-entangled mind.

Bird of passion, unenshrined,

I can never phrase thee quite—

So I speed thee on thy flight,

Unembodied thus forever,

Floating in a mist that never

May be raised. Thou art one

Of the black-winged birds that run,

With uncomprehended night,

Unimpeded down the night.