| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 89. Songs of a Girl |
| | | By Mary Carolyn Davies |
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I PERHAPS, | |
| God, planting Eden, | |
| Dropped, by mistake, a seed | |
| In Time’s neighbor-plot, | |
| That grew to be | 5 |
| This hour? | |
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II You and I picked up Life and looked at it curiously; | |
| We did not know whether to keep it for a plaything or not. | |
| It was beautiful to see, like a red firecracker, | |
| And we knew, too, that it was lighted. | 10 |
| We dropped it while the fuse was still burning … | |
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III I am going to die too, flower, in a little while— | |
| Do not be so proud. | |
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IV The sun is dying | |
| Alone | 15 |
| On an island | |
| In the bay. | |
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| Close your eyes, poppies— | |
| I would not have you see death. | |
| You are so young! | 20 |
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V The sun falls | |
| Like a drop of blood | |
| From some hero. | |
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| We, | |
| Who love pain, | 25 |
| Delight in this. | |
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